when the body acts out
your own mortality
taps you on the shoulder
you don’t self-indulge in angst
thoughts of those who have suffered
and suffer hourly sharpen their silhouettes
right before your mind’s eyes
the heart is not far behind
you then arrive at a crossroads
taking the yet-untravelled path
surrounded by the peace of silence
you realize that against all odds
change might be on its way
to your surprise
you hold it by the hand
you no longer resist
like the ripples in a river
siding with its force
floating alongside
strong yet once again
on your own feet
you stand
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 11.7.2019
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