WRapping Things Up


Been doing this for too long now.

I’ve been taking it hard, and I won’t allow

For this to crush me anymore.

I dropped too many times on the floor

And I think I’ll make it, I made it, I break it

I take it, bit by bit until I hit

The no more ‘quit’.

Just have to admit,

That to run, and burn, I don’t learn.

The fuck is wrong with me?

I have a home to go to,

For some time, I had no clue,

What to do, if there’s a queue,

While looking for a clue, a rule.

But no, I wasn’t holding myself accountable

For every breath and every situation I found destructible.

No, I wasn’t taking life by the balls, demanding no variable,

Just the freedom to create, to live, elaborate

My ideas, my ideals, my meals, paying the bills.


I struggled, still do, looking for that too

For who?

My me, the one I can be, the one who’s set free

Walking those heels, that tight dress, not wanting to impress

Or guess who she deserves without making a mess.

All I ever wanted was to live happily, carefree,

Smiling at people, at my love, needing to look at me

With a light heart, a big laugh, cultivating trust

Without pacing myself or placing myself

At the centre of my own misfortune, with so much distrust.


It’s all ok, I’m no orphan, and it’s so common

For me, us, all to think we have a problem.

We are all broken, beaten, rotten, uncertain,

And if so, it will be hell to go to

To come back tall, like a fireball, and above all,

Accept that that heart of yours, of ours

Can heal, will live, and reave only what it needs

To smile big, to feel complete.

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