Nadja Jensen Poems

Måske, mangler jeg styrke.
Måske, har jeg bare aldrig haft en kærlig hånd til at bære mig det lille stykke fra barndom til ældre. Måske, har har jeg selv måtte gå igennem den alene og derfor ikke fået øje på styrkens og kærlighedens vej. For kærlighed gør stærk.
- Derfor er jeg så svag.
Men opgiv ikke dig selv og giv mig din styrke, - Bliv bare hved med at være stærk, som altid, lev dit liv -
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In the mirror. behind my mirror image.
Is always sitting a little girl with some big, blank eyes staring at me.
I know what she feels but I learn her to be quiet.
Through my mind, where it is always cold and winter, has she walk through the snow and put some small childish footsteps.
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Far away, but still so close.
Thought I taught my inner mind to shut up.
Thought I brutally ripped away all its power to speak and express.
Thought I already slaughtered, killed and hid all my nights and days of tears, missing and wondering.
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Can´t you´r hear her scream?
She´s screaming for that help she don´t want.
She want to fix it by her self.
She´s just want to fell well.
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What´s wrong whit the girl in the mirror?
Why is she crying?
Her tears is running slowly down on her face and makeing her face wet.
She stands like petrify.
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Littel girl.
Live and walk the lifes way.
Follow you´r angel.
But wacht out. That it´s not the angel of sorrow.
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Maybe, I'm just missing strength.
Maybe, I've just never had a loving hand to lead me a little piece of childhood to the elderly.
Maybe, did I just had to go through it all alone and that's why I did'nt saw the way of strength and love.
Cause love makes strong.
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