who i am

as a child i wished to be called lydia

that sounds so lyrical

and lyrical sounds like

spherical singing

clinking icefields

crystal creeks of tears

and a sky made of steel

as a child i wished to be an angel

pick flowers in the garden of eden

have a coffee with adam

possibly also with eva

do errands for the almighty

do not feel any pain

and do good

to the poor humankind

at least i wished for an angel
to rescue me

this did not happen

sadly
they forgot me
down here

but i won’t give up

my heart is a shrine

everything fits in there
and nothing ever falls out

thora engel

22/09/17