Tornseglaren blogg

Now is our time. Now is time to leave the shadows, now is time to come out into the light, to dance wildly and let our laughs echo between the walls. Now is our time to shoo the ghosts away to sing the demons lullabies, to mourn what's got lost and to heal the wounds. Now is our time to stop shrinking and denying ourselves now is time to feel the scars stretch but run anyway and feel the slipstrean caress your face  Now is our time to unclose the gates Now is time to feel our value, our bounds and to claim our place in the world. @Marit Olanders

It’s closing time It’s time to say good-bye  It’s time to close the door and go To go home for good by train and plane Leave the era of my life from when adulthood began ’Til I was reasonably healed and sound Leave the era of my life when she was always there kept scaffolding so I could reconstruct It’s closing time The close of growing strong Scaffold’s resting on the ground and I’ve grown strong enough to greet fragilitiy of spring’s first buds Strong enough to reach out a hand  for those who need  Now it’s time to open new doors in my life It’s time to set in work  all good I earned to further teach what I have learned © Marit Olanders

A home falling apart a family falling apart a schoolgirl falling apart The clock is ticking The fridge is humming The rest is silence Bullet holes in the wallpaper Landmines could be anywhere Under the sofa table behind the shower cabin and in the kitchen drawers They explode if you don’t  behave yourself Got the bus ticket, satchel and keys Patched jeans and worn-out Stan Smiths On a cooker gone cold a pan with food Classbook and attendance lists for municipal activity support The welfare state keeps chugging on A schoolgirl falling apart A youth sports coach falling apart A teenager falling apart A home falling apart A life falling apart © Marit Olanders