Take me away to a secret place —
Make me remember. Make me want to stay.
Also — make me forget. Let the noise fade.
Lay me beneath the hush of ancient trees.
Where time comes barefoot,
and remains unnamed.
Whisper to me — we don’t need words.
Just the inflamed pulse of what’s never been said.
Say it.
Tell me all the dark we buried to belong.
The obvious we silenced to stay lovable.
The fire we swallowed so we wouldn’t be too much.
Let’s choke on the truth together.
Take me there.
To the moment before we carved ourselves into pieces —
trying to fit into shapes that were never ours,
and called it resilience, with a proud smile.
I will meet you in the stillness.
Say it.
Say the things we were born to remember.
Open the doorway to wholeness.
Let’s call our lost parts back home.
Then leave me.
And make me believe you’ll return.
Make me want to hope.
Make me keep waiting.
Let me write what I can’t say in the sand —
and dance for the rain to wash it clean.
Let me believe.
Make me believe.
Let me act, I do.
After 15 published books in Hungarian and 1 in English, this is my very first poem. If you like it and it moved something in you, please consider buying me a coffee for nights I keep writing.
