Let go

Nothing but void, 

This is what it  felt.

A syringe lying on the floor,

A devastated  and intoxicated, wingless  girl.

A fight - a struggle between life and death,  against the collapsed pieces of hearts so full of phobias.

And cold- so much snow for a city like Athens, 

for a Christmas eve like that one of 1985.

Tears,  black and painful and hot.
A phrase hanging in the air,

" I 'm a bird,  I grow wings,  I break my cage and fly".

A body,  lying down the pavement,  not feeling the cold anymore.

An  empty balcony and a soul,

Flying.