Une Vie, Un Oubli

                                                  Et si j’étais

                                           Autrement ?

                                      Je partirais loin

                                 Á perte de vu,

                             Pour ne plus

                         Me sentir

                     Si différente ;

                           Á tel point

                                   Oubliée

                                        Et reniée,

                                             De la vie

                                                  Martyre.

                                        Le temps,

                             Mon seul ennemi, 

                      Je ne te défie,

             Je t’oublie

        Aussi. 

               Si froid

                      Là dedans,

                                Je cherche

                                           Encore,

                                                   Peut-être

                                                               Á tord,

                                                                        Á être

                                                                               Sans paraître.

                                                                         Tu crois

                                                                 Disparaître,

                                                        En équilibre

                                            Sur une perche,

                                       Libre

                              De penser,

                         Rêver

                Á s’oublier ;

                               Libre

                                      D’exister,

                                             Marcher

                                                    Dans l’obscurité,

                                                             Une légèreté

                                                                     Recherchée.

                                                   Dans l’abandon

                                            Je suis,

                                       Je vis

                              Sans raison.

                       L’intérieur

                               Me bouleverse,

                                        Si puissant

                                                De sentiments
                                                         Si grands,

                                                                 Une traverse

                                                                        Sans que larme

                                                                                    En sorte,

                                                                         De cette porte

                                                                     Où derrière

                                                               Planquée,

                                                      De blessures

                                                 Ouvertes,

                                                         Cris

                                                   De déchirures,

                                                              Aujourd’hui

                                                                        Je vis.