you can pull me out of Love
way back into anxiety
but resilience and trust are rooted
deep inside a core of me
I move within my misery
and question my own pain
sometimes a simple shower helps
to get back on the train
moving towards UsTopia
where we´ll never arrive
the journey is worth feeling though
each moment we´re alive
just knowing that somewhere out there
somebody feels the same
and that maybe, a word or poem
could help to ease the pain
not sure of course, but nonetheless
just imagining a tale
is a cure to breath: inhale – exhale
and return to Love again