Amicale

Borders

I see a world.
I see it from my window.
Inside me, I probe myself,
"Can I see myself there?"

Inside me I rumble:
Under my skin, the desire to be born.
A king who founds
A kingdom that seems to grow.

He makes me fertile,
In the centre of my bowels,
The fear that gnaws at me,
That isolates and cuts me.

Inside I think,
That outside would be great.
But if I lie down,
I quickly forget all the details.

My skin itches,
I'd like to get out of myself.
My body bothers me,
It locks my soul inside me.

My limits gnaw at me,
My heart and all its emotions.
My boundaries are breaking,
I walk towards the wooden door.

I must know.
What it feels like to see
The same stars
As the one who is born there.

Sarah Linder