Words that soothe your soul and take you places

Humans

We are more than who we are.

We are flesh, and we are presence.

We are words,

and cells,

and scars.

We are past

but mostly present.

Beating hearts and ageing skin.

We are earthly and divine.

We belong to our kin.

We are samples of one kind.

We are stardust.

We are soil.

We are water.

Sometimes tears.

We live lifetimes of turmoil

and still love our living years.

We are memories to be.

We are young in cosmic measures

and as ancient as the sea.

We are pain in search of pleasures.

We are more than our minds.

We have power to create.

We are one.

All humankind

is connected.

We relate.

Sicily

Sicily is ripe and rich
like a fig in late July,
as enchanting as a witch,
as eternal as the sky.

Her beauty lies in imperfections,
perfectly aligned;
in broken tiles;
in light reflections
of the sea in love’s deep eyes.

It’s the flair of the buildings.
Every terrace speaks in rhymes.
Every street is a beginning.
Every door is an invite.

Sicily is brisk and burning
as the tumult of the night.
It ignites the spark of yearning,
the pursuit of the divine.

Like a garden,
like a temple,
like street music on a square,
the soul of Sicily is gentle…
I long to breathe her salty air.

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The Devil

The Devil comes with sparkling wine;

with shiny metals, fragrant candles…

When all your thoughts are intertwined

in dreamy wishes - hard to handle.

The Devil comes with naked skin;

with tempting eyes, deceptive lips…

When thunderstorms piles up within

your tired soul around eclipse.

The Devil comes as what you want;

as something good, as someone charming…

He turns your heart in thirsty haunt;

in something ill and thrilled by harming.

The Devil comes through open doors,

in the daylight, neat, well-dressed...

He will burn this heart of yours

once you let him be your guest.

Sick of love

You’re a hunter hunting a hunter
and it’s not gonna end with relief…
Like a thunder hitting a thunder
we are down for destruction and grief.

You’re the wilderness living inside me.
I’m the freedom that’s haunting your soul.
Are you yearning to lay down beside me?
Am I dying to give up control?

Our meeting is made of desire…
To resist is to live in a war.
You’re throwing my heart in the fire
but you’re burning with me after all.

I’m a stoic defying a stoic
and it’s not gonna end with gain.
The attempt though is truly heroic
but we’re too much in love for this game.

The only happy end

I’ll take the pain unanesthetized -
no sweet distractions for relief.
I won’t meet others to downsize
the sense of feeling incomplete.

I’ll take the pain wholeheartedly.
I’ll give it space. I’ll let it stay.
No crutch for love to help me flee
this dark and broken part of the play.

I’ll take the pain with full respect.
I’ll let it do its job with me.
No new love stories to reject
the void inside. I’m yet not free.

I’ll take the pain: Come be my guest!
I’ll treat you well. I’ll be a friend.
I know one day you’ll leave my chest
and that’s the only happy end.

About me

Hello,
My name is Denica Yotova. I was born in Bulgaria in the 1990s. Travelling around the world and living in different places have always fascinated me. The topic of belonging has been present in my life in many ways.
My poetry is a draft of my thinking process for overcoming hardships, heartbreaks, and life crises of any size and sort. For me, writing is a way of healing, connecting me to my soul and to the Divine.
I believe that Good always wins, light is stronger than darkness, and there is time for everything.
I hope my words will help you connect with yourself, carry you through the adversaries, and bring you closer to the sunny side of life.
Hugs,
Denica

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