Dum spiro spero

I’m Holding

Published by

Simona Prilogan

6th Oct 2025

I’m holding,
These memories painfully crushing my dawns,
When freedom was captured in terror’s homelands.
For finding the pace, the truth, the solace,
I’m fully aware I might need to dare,
Admitting my pain, again and again,
Waltzing together in this stormy weather,
So, we can both tie, releasing the cry.
Accepting the past, the smog, and the dust
I’m strong as a feather,
Yet able to bend for reaching the end
Of what fears penned.

I’m holding.
The lands of my thoughts, connecting the dots,
Between shadows’ tones, while running alone,
Away from the dark, still carrying the mark,
Of murdering threat… forgive, not forget.
Yet learning to spell the peace in its shell.

I’m Simona

One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.