I still hear your voice - it makes me feel strong on foggy days
It is both powerful and vulnerable - as perhaps you were
And I am too - the phoenix from the flame
You gave me comfort and strength
Led me to your homeland where I wandered the streets
Sat in churches and listened to conversations
Any little nuance that would make me feel closer to you -
To understand the world that had formed in my head
Of course, I learnt that chasing thoughts
Is not a tangible affair - you were a person
But what you gave to me was thoughts and feelings - the right to live
I miss you but am glad you showed me your magic -
The ability to both raise my voice and the capacity to ‘be’ enough for myself inside.
Inspired by thinking of Sinead O’Connor and what she meant to me growing up
