POEM BY ALEXANDRA BAKONIKA
MY BAGGAGE
Violent acts and tragedies
aren’t foreign to me
I’ve lived them as if
through fire and steel
if you search my body you will
discover their deep scars
I carry in my baggage
darkness, shadows and grief
I have certificates
introductory letters
and trials I have endured
and I can claim and enjoy
the sunlit and joyous events
the encounters and my immersion into joy
rarely experienced
become a right and gained time
I never feel guilty for euphoria felt
Manolis 