“My voice is stuck-nothing like luck to set it free. My feelings come, my feelings go, yet grasping them and letting go is what I can’t. They all seem bant and somewhat harmed-there is this child so wounded and wild, not groomed, just doomed. Not knowing whom or what to trust with all the lust it feels around-no homeward bound in sight. There is the might but only might, no light-but inside so deep the heart, but where to start? It seems too hard. Besides, the pattern is to hide and keep above the dark waves of life. The darkness arrived, no longer to hide and wait and scream-it’s like waking up from a marathon dream. And I still dream, while now awake, cause all within is part of fate. But reality is that I did dismiss, that true self within seemed weak and thin-forever light, I feel it now is me, is all of me somehow.”

– Sabine Brigitte Kaiser