JOANNA
SVENSSON
Silence
I
strongly felt
I needed
silence
To be
able
To hear
my inner voice
The world
I totally shut out
And all
of the information flow
Like TV,
internet and phones
I
searched for my soul
I looked
for mother Nature
The
snorting whispers of the wind
The
humming sound of the waves
Washed my
soul so clean
With its
soothing melody
Embraced
– swept in a peaceful vale of nature
I felt
the will to survive
And
really enjoy my life
I have
revived my way of thinking
What’s
important – what is right
And I
have come to the conclusion
That most
important of all is me
No matter
how much I love
All my
near and dear related
I need my
own time space
To live
and to survive
as an
individual
Down at
my beach
In the
wild temple of nature
I realized
once again
That in
order to live and to survive
You need
to accept
Yourself
– the one you are
Listen to
your inner voice
And stop
being available
Twenty-four
seven
Make halt
and contemplate
Listen to
your inner voice
You have
a life to live
You live
it here and you live it now!
Like
A Wounded Bird
Like a
wounded bird
Trapped
in the claws of evil
Write,
write and write!
As if I
should die tomorrow!
The
shadows of the night
Have all
left me alone
The
coercive thoughts of darkness
Have lost
their grip of my soul
Evil
spirits can not annihilate
The love
that’s inside of me
My strife
to survive
Is way to
strong for that
Write,
write and write!
As if I
should die tomorrow!
All
experiences
Every
trial
Seems to
break free from
The power
of time
fear is
no longer inside me
Fear that
once was being me
Even
though I am considered
Tactable,
blue-eyed and naïve
Because
my motto never was
An eye
for an eye – a tooth for a tooth
For I
knew that the good
Always,
always will rule
There is
an awesome power
In
positive energy
Out of
thankfulness I was to learn
That my
love and my empathy
Has
melted the ice
In the
coldest of hearts
By the
most negative one
I’ve ever
met
So I am
proud that
the stars
of evil
Has
extinguished in their eyes
I feel
like
A victorious
triumphant
That my
love
Has given
me strength
Strength
and power
To
survive
That my
love
My
struggle to survive
To
conquer
The evil
with the good
It has
given me
Invincible
power!
The Struggle
Just when
everything
felt so
hard and heavy
So hard
and so useless
Just when
my thoughts no more
Could
take flight
I felt
just like a bird
Locked up
in a golden cage
I felt
just like a bird
A bird
with mutilated wings
I felt
just like a living dead
But deep
deep inside
Deep in
the deepest of my heart
A tiny
little seed of survival
Had
slowly started to grow
And each
day
It got
bigger and bigger
Yes, each
and every day
The
instinct to live grew stronger
To
survive – at any cost
This
struggle to survive
Has given
me strength
Has given
me power
To break
free
From this
golden cage
And its
straight jacket
of
comfort untrue
Out of
oppression and boundary
My
feathers started growing
I forced
myself to
Break
down the grate of my cage
To live
out in the open
Without
boundaries and oppressions
It gave me
strength
To be
full-fledged again
Full-fledged
in my thoughts
Full-fledged
in my self-confidence
Stronger
than ever
I left it
all behind
I sense
my wings can carry
The light
of freedom leads me
It leads
me in the right direction
And I
feel that my strife to survive
Has
improved
Its force
has led me here!
JOANNA
SVENSSON
JOANNA
SVENSSON. She is a Swedish poet, writer and
novelist. She has been writing and publishing her works ever since her early
teens. As a poet she has at present 5 published books of poetry. 2 published in
the USA in 2019. As a writer 2 fiction novels and a third almost ready. A book
of five short stories is well on its way. She is a member of the Swedish Author Society
and The Society of Polish Writers living abroad. She has participated in
several anthologies over the years and 2019 she has been awarded 1:st prize at
the Bucharest International festival of literature for her novel “Tajemnica
Medalionu” which is currently being translated into English. She is also very
active in both Swedish and Polish literary society and she participates in
several international prose- and poetry festivals around the world.
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