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Back again!

Soo… I’ve been silent for quite some time now but I am back again! Because:

My final exams are over – and I couldn’t be more happy!

School has kept me crazy busy and I am so happy I finally have some free time again. To read, get inspired and especially: to write!

I am beyond thankful for this achievement and so happy to be back in poetry!

Thanks to all those of you who are still such loyal readers although I’ve been absent for a while, you guys are the best!

Lots of Love,

Anna

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If only you could see with my eyes

Oh how often I wish you could see yourself with my eyes.

See the shining spirit in your eyes, see every single freckle that makes you so unique, see your oh so gentle hands and your fragile figure – soft and beautiful, just like a flower.

In me grows the need to protect you. Protect you from someone plucking you or someone taking your water away or someone stepping into your sunshine. Protect you from being hurt. – I care for you. I care.

And oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes. If only you could see this beauty, this unique creature. If only you could see and love yourself the way I do.

If only that would be the case, I bet you would not only be the most beautiful flower in the field but also the most outstanding, because you would stand upright -knowing your beauty, knowing your never changing value. You would see your true self and would know that you have all the reasons of this world to be proud to be yourself and to love who you are.

Oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes.

 

Dedicated to my best friend and all those who deserve to see themselves with the eyes of their loved ones.

© An Overthinker

 

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Writing slumps

It happened: Everything was just fine and then boom there it was – my writing slump.

I knew this could happen to the reading part of me, but to the writing part? I didn’t know that. I suddenly felt like I ran out of things to write about. Like every time I started to write something it would just be nonsense, unimportant or simply not authentic. So I thought I would just give it a break and sooner or later it will all go back to normal. Here I am four weeks later and it’s still the same. But here I am: writing.

I came to the realization, that next to all the things that are going on in our lives, it is easy to cut of the things that we do just for fun, the things we do by choice. When life happens, those things are left out and its hard to include them in your daily life again once they have been excluded. So here I am writing. Still not entirely inspired but I made a choice: I chose to write even if I don’t feel like it. Because I realized: if I don’t write I’m ignoring a piece of who I am and what makes me happy.

So to who ever is reading this right now, who can relate – here is my message:

Do what you love and what you’re good at, even if you don’t feel like it, because it makes you who you are! And don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it happens to all of us!

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A dozen broken hearts

I walk this empty streets once more.Thinking of you thinking of me. Wondering what I’ve been waiting for. Thinking about what we used to be.

I stare at the lights, that run next to me. Wondering if they have always been so bright.Or if It just now that I see, how bright they have always been.

Now, that My eyes are not just on you. Now, that I finally see. Now, that I no longer do, what you tell me to. Now, that I am free to see what is actually there.

I am thankful for what we had. Thankful for what it did to me. It has not always been that bad. And eventually it has set me free.

Free to know who I am and what makes me care. Like a bird discovering its wings. Ready to dive. Ready for those winds, to lift it up in the air.

I am ready to learn how to fly.Ready to throw my self down this cliff. Ready to rise up high.Leaving all the pain and tears behind. Ready to live.

And thanks to us no longer being us, I am finally free. I’m being able to trust. And I am finally me.

So thank you for doing this to me. Thanks for setting me free. This time I know it is for real. We are no longer package deal.

I’m on my own and that is fine. I no longer call you mine.

And I will do, whatever it may take, to let my heart not break again, the way it did with you.

One broken heart is enough for one to bare. So in the future I will take better care.

But thanks to you I know myself –And that is worth a dozen broken hearts.

© An Overthinker

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Today is today

This weekend I learned a really important life lesson. I had to spend three days at the Hospital (nothing bad, I’m fine again) and I shared my room with a 44 year old woman. Seven years ago she lost the ability to speak and had to learn it all over again. Before that she spoke many languages and was working in the international economy sector, now she is struggling to speak her mother tongue.  Continue reading

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Libraries and Bookshops

I don’t know what it is about Libraries and Bookshops, but I just love them. I feel like everytime I enter one of them time just stops and all that is there is the books and me.So many stories untold, so many fortunes undiscovered. So many lifes to live. It just fascinates me!
This is my favourite library so far. Located in Stuttgart Germany, it’s simply beautiful!

Love it!

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Stars

Shining stars in a dark sky – People use them for many things. Declaring their love, predicting the future, orientation. But eventually every star will shine less and less until it falls. Marking the end of its existing with a phenomenon that makes people wish for things they don’t have.

I guess you were my star. You were my love, my future and my orientation when I was lost. But one day you were gone. Leaving nothing but my wish for something I didn’t have – anymore.

© An Overthinker

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