Nice to me

by Ingrid Prohaska

I was not always nice to me
my soul felt harm, my heart unfree
but then one day an earthquake like
my world broke into pieces.

I stood there naked and alone
felt every touch of air
felt every raindrop on my skin
and every sunray on my hair.

Everything seemed lost for me
but then - somehow reborn
I've started being nice to me
my soul feels calm, my heart is free.

Copyright © 2010 Ingrid Prohaska
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