The sea within me is more than just a metaphor for emotion. It is a profound internal landscape. In the heart of France, I found a vital lesson. True creativity often flows from the deepest depths. This silent current helps me process the world. As a highly sensitive person, I need this ebb and flow. It turns overwhelming moments into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these tidal intervals, the soul begins its crystallization. We move from chaos to a calm surface. The modern world demands constant noise and action. However, I choose the quiet depth of the blue. This the sea within me is not empty at all. It is a mineral-rich space for our creative truths. By embracing these waves, we reclaim our narrative. We transform our deepest vulnerabilities into enduring, radiant strength.
More u meni
a srce mi je puno.
Pisanje je za mene kao more –
kad u njega uđem, vrijeme nestane.
Ponekad je mirno i tiho,
ponekad duboko i snažno,
ali uvijek me očisti.
nekome će dotaknuti stopala,
nekome srce.
Jer kad pišem,
ja plivam u sebi.
što ni sama ne znam da nosim.
Izronim drugačija –
lakša, jasnija.
a nekad me preplave kao oluja,
ali i tada znam –
more me ne ruši, ono me oblikuje.
Moja širina bez kraja.
Moje utočište i moja snaga u isto vrijeme.
I dok drugi spavaju,
ja slušam kako u meni dišu valovi.
La mer en moi
et mon cœur est plein.
Écrire est pour moi comme la mer –
quand j’y entre, le temps disparaît.
Parfois calme et silencieuse,
parfois profonde et puissante,
mais elle me purifie toujours.
elle touchera les pieds de quelqu’un,
le cœur de quelqu’un.
Car quand j’écris,
je nage en moi-même.
je ne savais même pas porter.
Je remonte à la surface différente –
plus légère, plus claire.
et parfois ils me submergent comme une tempête,
mais même alors je sais –
la mer ne me détruit pas, elle me façonne.
Ma largeur sans fin.
Mon refuge et ma force en même temps.
Et pendant que les autres dorment,
j’écoute comment en moi respirent les vagues.
The Sea Within Me
and my heart is full.
Writing for me is like the sea –
when I enter it, time disappears.
Sometimes calm and quiet,
sometimes deep and powerful,
but it always cleanses me.
it will touch someone’s feet,
someone’s heart.
Because when I write,
I swim within myself.
I didn’t even know I carried.
I emerge different –
lighter, clearer.
and sometimes they overwhelm me like a storm,
but even then I know –
the sea does not destroy me, it shapes me.
My endless width.
My refuge and my strength at the same time.
And while others sleep,
I listen to how the waves breathe within me.