My own website

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Today, July 24th 2014, marks a special moment: my blog has become the website http://www.myriamheffels.com. Proud to be publishing and connecting with you from here from now on!

Fill your shoes

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Dreams
Innate visions
Some naive, but core
is always centre of truth

Dream without limits
as no dream is based in reality
Borders are only meant
to believe they can be crossed
Out

Then take it in
Bring it to feet
even if the shoes
seem too big
The dream never is

Let footfalls
one by one
pin the dream
down from the cloud

With age
feet are know to grow
and even if late
those shoes can grow to fit

Lapse or leap

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Lapse or leap:
What does it denote
when the length of the rope
could serve to skip with joy
yet all it does is throttle?

Stars in the eyes
now left swimming all over
induced by polar opposites
at the extremes of the spectrum

The truth in the middle
cannot unfold
if one end is a hostage
that turns cold
in the face of the fire
there to consume all
until the heart is laid bare
to trample on once more

Three cheers for the bully
who leaves with the prize
and thinks it’s a game
What seems a competition
is solid presence with volition
to stem a pain that turned
into monster having a ball.

No use to suffer abuse
None shall ever pass
and sudden but certain death
is the ticket that calls:
Move on!
This leap has just elapsed

Falling

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Trembling
in fear of crashing
but already tumbling
from head over heels
to nails in her hands
Now the building comes down

A falling man
passes the floors
and catches the eyes
Yet, she was forgotten
when she hit the ground
Gone in a second
Love lost this round

In the face of the mirror
a life that is priceless
pays a price for its faith
Its worth will continue
even if threads are severed
and ties are cut
Mortal is just a state of mind

On the debris
of ages of dark
and suppression of souls
One thing emerges
One thing still stands
With the passing of time
New flowers will grow
Love will show
Life will go
ON.

Edge of blade

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Narcissus, the horrific demon
can rear an ugly head
to devour all intentions
turn all that’s good to bad

When the demon’s in the house
there’s no space to run free
Behind the wall’s another one
and there’s tons of dark debris

A demon no one can withstand
as his cave is deep and far
Some tried to reach him with a heart
but each time he leaves a scar

This demon knows his game
and ensconsed deep in his lair
he allows no one to approach
and taints even love that’s fair.

A demon that is drowned in spirit
and billows out his evil smoke
keeps all in state of freeze
and thus detains the nicest bloke

Let demon execute the prophecy
so all who’re sane will run away
and the bloke can gloat in greatness
as proven right they would not stay

Sad this demon gets his way
and his hold can be so strong
that great potential cannot unfold
and all others are always wrong

There’s hope the demon could be slain
but there’s only one that can
If choice is made to stick to old
there’s no rescue for the man

If I had no demon of my own
I’d take to the crusade
But this task appointed to my soul
just got cut on edge of blade

The secret garden

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In a land of lanes,
a magnificent garden emerged
bordered by a fence
to protect what’s inside.
It’s a sacred place to hide.

It’s a garden of Eden.
Flowers vibrant with colour and with soul
and no one can touch.
Maybe a fool’s paradise,
but such a treat to the eyes.

No one is allowed to ever taint it.
It’s so pure and so bright.
And truth grows abundant,
born from a living tree
and two beating hearts roaming free.

Still somewhere in a dark corner,
towers the highest wall.
A secret space that calls,
but it’s obscured from view.
No one ever really got through.

Only one owns the key.
She passes through unseen
and walks past the gate
to her pasture of fate,
where she sits day after day
to see the boy play.

He’s a marvel to watch
even if she can’t touch
and he doesn’t see,
how she tends to the weed.
She will always know
why this garden could grow.

And when the sun sets,
she takes her bucket of weed
and goes out to meet
her tears by the stream,
and nurture her own dream.

In a land of lanes
the garden did blossom
and the most splendid of creatures
lives well protected deep inside
until, maybe, some day,
no more need to hide.

Dedicated to the boy, with gratitude for what once was and forever will be

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Angel of Trust

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The Angel of Trust said
‘It is time to give in.
Purpose is never lost.
Just believe
and see
Me.’

Confidence is hard
and there are always,
always demons.

No control of orbital turns,
but the rule is:
Whenever it burns
the heart always,
always finds the sun,
when rain is done.

The rainbow in the sky,
often faint,
nowhere to find.
Only in mind
and in the voice
of the Angel of Trust

Colours flow,
where confidence can grow.
The light will show.
The core will know.

So two feet wide
the earth takes in her stride.
She’s just a speck in time,
a mortal breath divine.

Everything has a purpose
and her guardian is always,
always trust.

©2014, Myriam Heffels