Not Afraid

Poem

 

The wind was trying to outspeak me,
the sky was a frozen sea,
my hands, my legs did not believe me,
I could barely see,
the dreadful night was almost there,
it wanted me to kneel,
and as the evil trees had almost got me,
I swore I’d never flee…
Hectic was the fight, unreal,
my life was hanging by a thread,
so thin, transparent seemed to be,
and yet I was not afraid…
The wind was calm, I had a song instead,
the sky was warm, I had the South,
the night was no longer dark and grim,
and I could see the brown, the red, the green,
all I had was just a dream…
But I remember, I was not afraid.

 

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photography by George Yanakiev

 

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