Connected souls

The girl you all know

Watch life pass by

In slow-motion

The same life

That are funny

In so many ways

Care to explain

How with some people

Your souls instantly recognise

Each other

Instantly connect with

Each other

It does not matter

How long this person

Is part of your life

It does not matter

How this person

Is part of your life

Once they are

Or have been

There is no doubt

You never have

To say goodbye

Souls connected like this

Will always find

Their way back together

May 6 2021

Circle of life

The girl smiles to herself

A flashback enters her mind

A young girl

Around thirteen

Sits at a dining table

Nothing special about that

One may think

Until they notice

Her face is wet from tears

On the table in front of her

Is a knife

And a full bottle of pills

The girl of today

Shake the flashback

From her mind

Feeling grateful

The toxic waste from then

Achieved nothing more

Than to make her stronger

Almost like that

Lone surviving flower

From the flower garden

It was tended to with water

Polluted with toxic waste

Yet stubbornly

Once the sun and warmth come

The flower blossom

Just like the girl

She will smile at the world again

Trust and love again

Hurt again

And live again

March 1 2021

The Dark

The troubled girl

You all have gotten to know

Slowly step forward

Pinning a note

With words of goodbye

To the center of the door

Where it is sure to be found

Why she bothers

She does not even know

The truth is

Noone will care

Not even the slightest

About the words

Of a broken heart

Without even minding

The tears streaming

Steadily down her cheeks

She straighten up

And slowly walks away

Each step

Echoing through

The emptiness inside her

She keeps walking

For what seems like an eternity

Finally when her legs

Can not carry her longer

She stops

Looks around

The darkness is everywhere

In this parallel universe

There is no sun

No moon

Not even the faintest

Glimps of light from a star

Slowly she lays down

On the hard ground

Next to a withered rose

Her fingers gently

Stroke the fragile

Dried petal

The girl rest

Her mind and body

Knowing without

The missing light

The rose remains withered

December 16 2020

Golden silence

The biggest fear

Are now the reality

Broken,crying and begging

The girl wanted

More than anything

For the broken

To be fixed

To learn from the mistakes

We all make

In this dance we call life

There are many words

Wanting to get out

Just today

Silence is gold

Watching as those

Once close

Becomes strangers

Hoping beyond anything

Time will heal

August 18 2020

True fear


The girl blinks


So much time


Have passed


Fast and in a blur


The overwhelming pain


From her broken heart

Have kept the blindfold


Firmly in place

Nothing is changing


For the better


Unless she is willing


To leave the past behind


Surely her heart will never


Completely forget


And the time she blindly


Falls back certain to be caught


Are still far off


If the girl


Are totally honest


She does not fear


A heartbreak like the recent one


The true fear


All the combined efforts


Is not enough


That at one point


There is no other way


Than letting go forever

May 2 2020

Dust

Once upon a time


The girl we know


Fell upon the lap of a stranger


At the first glance


She looked whole


Her masks and fake smiles


Securely in place


As time passed


He managed to reach


Deep inside her


Finding all the broken pieces


And slowly


Very patiently


Laid them out


Like a giant puzzle


Looking and feeling each one


Putting piece after piece


Back into the place


Where it used to belong


The girl started to feel


Whole again


The mask discarded


The fake smiles


Replaced by genuine ones


Everything good


Comes to an end


In a short moment in time


All the pieces


Came apart again


The girl feels


Like she is looking


From a distance


He tries so hard


To reach back in


His hand searching


For the pieces


Determined to


Solve the puzzle


Once again


But as his hands search


There are no pieces


To be found


His hand only


Finding the finest dust


That slip straight through


His fingers


The girl can almost hear


A faint voice


Echoing through


The emptiness inside her


From dust you have come


To dust you shall return

Copyright Christina Hansen

February 24 2020

Brokenhearted

The sun is rising

It is absolutely beautiful

Proving again

That at after darkness

There is always light

It is a day

Just like any other

Yet everything is changed

Hard truths have been discovered

A trust is forever broken

Even if work is done

To repair the damage

It will not be

As it once was

Forever tainted

By unfulfilled promises

Words said without meaning

Happily she once

Signed her life away

The cards have been dealt

The girl blinks

Away the tears

Slips the mask into place

And as she ignore

The sounds

Of her heart shattering

She turn with a bright smile

And face the one person

She once trusted

She never had to wear it for

Copyright Christina Hansen

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February 12 2020

Empty shell

Everyone say

That they love the girl

Why does it feel

Like empty words

When the girl

Dare to be herself

Those around her

Becomes upset

The people she loves

Claim to listen

Yet it seems

They don’t hear

Her words

Only those

They wish to hear

Perhaps the girl

Are simply to

Willing to put

Her own feelings

Out of the way

Just to get

The love she so crave

How long

Will it be

Before

The consequences show

When will she

Simply be an empty shell

Copyright Christina Hansen

January 24 2020

New rules

A stranger might

Be drawn towards

The window

The soft light shining

From within

Holding a certain allure

Inside the room

The blonde haired girl

Sit by a desk

A piece of paper

Placed in front of her

She have this troubled

Yet determined expression

She dips the pen into the ink

Gently pressing the tip

To the top of the paper

The word “rules”

Now delicately printed

With shaking hands

She slowly and carefully

Write down

A complete new set of rules

For her to live by

The rest of her life

Is now

Signed and sealed

Copyright Christina Hansen

January 10 2020

The Dance

Once again

The girl

Accept the invitation

For a dance

Of words

A dance

She doesn’t know the steps for

Each time she think

Now she got it

The handsome dancepartner

Of hers

Throw her into

A totally unexpected spin

Throwing all balance

And all grace

Out the window

While she struggle

To regain her composure

Life carry on

Leaving the girl

Alone, searching for

The right step

Confusion evident

On her pretty face

One thing she finally learned

Is to not ask

For clarification

The dance is hers

And only hers

To understand

Copyright Christina Hansen