I just read a magazine, with the title What was the best gift you ever got?
For me, it must be Kjærlighetsdikt/Love poems by Stein Mehren.
It was a gift from my former collague, whos name was also Sonja. The poems captured me, to the point where I felt all my relationships were bound up in that book, in such sweet, complicated and gripping words.
Not only did she give me the gift of a book. She gave me the gift or writing!
After that book, I realized that I had word living inside of me, that only waited for the right moment, the right emotion, to express themselves.
You are holding a firm grip on who you both used to be,
knowing that if you hold to hard
you will slowly wring the life out
of any love that is left
A desperate hand, nurtured
by the infinite fears of man
creeping up in your blood
Not before you loosen the grip
you will see things for what they are
A mirroring, of what you see in your dreams
as reality is oblivious
When that veil comes off
you will see that all is not lost
all is found
(Sonja, nov. 2014)