Me and meself

I wish I was a dancer.
I wish I was a singer.
But I’m just a dreamer about things that don’t exist.
I could have been successful.
I could have been powerful.
I could have been rich.
But my heart is filled with poverty.
I wish I was a bird
and could fly in the night.
I wish I were a stone
so I couldn’t feel pain.
I’m only a second-hand mirror
which has been broken a thousand times.
I could have been someone.
I could have been an artist.
I could have been a painter.
But I’m not even a writer.
My mind is speechless
and my words are useless.
I’ll just keep searching and praying
that one day I will find myself.

Door Ineke Verhagen
21 februari 2025