Apocalypse

And what if we all died tomorrow
Because we created our fate?
Would you regret that you left from your loved ones?
Would you try to forgive those you hate?
Would you finally go let your heart say
All the things you have silenced so long?
Would you speak out the three words “I love you”
‘Cause the fear suddenly made you strong?
Would you cry for the many missed chances?
Would you tell everyone there’s still hope?
Would you curl up in bed and give you the gun
Or try hold the ones that can’t cope?

 

A poem by Pia Petersson
Image from Tantric Dakini Oracle by Nik Douglas & Penny Slinger

It’s hard work to make a heart work

No never-ending stream of lovers

Could ever fill a leaking heart.

Only itself can give the love

To mend its many broken parts.

 

A poem by Pia Petersson

Breakthrough

And all this time
I’ve been looking for someone
To fill out the footsteps
That you’ve left behind.

Full of shame I have lied
To myself and to others
But truly my love never died.

 

A poem by Pia Petersson

Open grave

And have I wasted my time?
If it all was a lie,
And truly I ran after shadows?
Do I have no self worth?
Have I shunned my own purpose?
Just to follow a dream that long died?
Say, how big is the shame,
That I couldn’t let go,
Of the past and was scared of the future?
That I held on to dust,
When I left your grave open,
And looked at your corpse full of love.

 

A poem by Pia Petersson
Photography by Pia Petersson