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If Silence Could Speak

By Anna Elin Kristiansen

Remembering every insult, every humiliation, each tiny wrongdoing
she twists.
Turns her pillow over, fighting a wee-hour battle with her worthy opponent:
Insomnia.

How squeezed she would feel, how terribly frightened
fearful, black thoughts sucking life right out of her
dumping it in the city sewers.

Flattened, shattered, gasping for a drop of life
she lay
still, as death.

But such forces as the one we know intimately
yields to no shadow master.

Sweeps in – no, that’s not its style,
It’s subtle, gentle, caring and kind.
It mends, heals, caresses, all in due course.

Reminds, ushers, helps and supports.
shows the splendor, the greenery, the unapologising
inherent force of life.

It works not in bursts, nor in spectacular shows.
It hums, breezes, vibrates and leads the way.
Step by step, breath by breath
until the force – life – fills every pore

Uncontainable, unstoppable, pulsating
it soars
roaring – if silence could speak –
if I pay for my aliveness with death
let it come.


Anna Elin Kristiansen is a reader, writer, mother and the universe masquerading as a human being. She makes sense of the world – and creates her own – through her own writing. In the evenings, she writes literary fiction, and when inspiration strikes, she writes poems about the experience of being alive. You can find her words at On Mama’s Mind and her Twitter.

Where There’s Light

By Anna Elin Kristiansen

It was not for her
this dimmed existence.
Not for her
to take up space
between pale-faced nods
never intended to rustle fabric.

A wandering soul she was
yet feet firmly planted here
bare soles on hot city asphalt.

Her hips would sway
her feet dance
her breasts gave life.
The conqueror of shame and fear
she was.

Mere survival she tossed aside,
her face, her palms, she turned up
her tongue, out
to taste the salt of life.

Sang out of tune, like it mattered,
shouted, stomped, laughed and whispered;
“Be strong, be brave
you will find a way.”


Anna Elin Kristiansen is a reader, writer, mother and the universe masquerading as a human being. She makes sense of the world – and creates her own – through her own writing. In the evenings, she writes literary fiction, and when inspiration strikes, she writes poems about the experience of being alive. You can find her words at On Mama’s Mind and her Twitter.

Here is a world

By Anna Elin Kristiansen

Here is a world
with all its shortcomings
Here is a world
infinite and new.

It forms, painstakingly slow
and like all the stars in our galaxy
rushes out to meet its fate.

Sucking in energy, expanding
meeting its challenges
head on.

Can you blame it for taking it slow?

All events in surrounding space
All its fellow bodies
will perish.
It knows this
yet persists in paying it forward.

A most mysterious wonder
this new little world
to abide by the governing rule
yet exercise choice.

Here is a world
soon to be gone
like a soap bubble it soars
higher, higher!
until – pop! –
the eye cannot see.


Anna Elin Kristiansen is a reader, writer, mother and the universe masquerading as a human being. She makes sense of the world – and creates her own – through her own writing. In the evenings, she writes literary fiction, and when inspiration strikes, she writes poems about the experience of being alive. You can find her words at On Mama’s Mind and her Twitter.