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Sorg er som en trekant,
som drejer rundt i hjertet
med spidser som ridser.
Det gør ondt, forfærdelig ondt
til trekantens spidser er slidt af,
og der bare er en kugle igen,
som glider rundt uden smerte.
Sorg er en proces
som tager tid, men den slutter.
Hvor lang processen er
beror på hvad vi har mistet,
hvilke ressourcer vi selv har,
og hvilken støtte,
vi modtager fra omgivelserne.
Men når glæden over
det, du har haft,
overskygger savnet af
det, du har mistet,
når du ved, at du aldrig
ville have undværet,
det, du har mistet,
selv om du var klar over,
at du måske engang
måtte give slip på det,
da er trekantens spidser slidt af,
og kuglen bliver
en skat i dit hjerte.
Sorrow is like a triangle
that revolves around the heart
with sharp edges that scratches.
It hurts terribly
until the triangle's points are towed,
and there’s only one ball left,
sliding around without pain.
Sorrow is a process
that takes time, but it has an end.
How long the process
is dependent on who we have lost,
what resources we have,
and what support
we receive from our surroundings.
But when the joy of what you had,
overpoweres the longing
for what you have lost,
when you know
you never would have done without
it you have lost,
even if you were aware
that you once may need to let go of it,
then the triangles points are towed,
and the ball becomes
a treasure in your heart.
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