Bider fortiden

Dansk:

Fortiden kan bide

som torne under huden,

en smerte der hvisker

når natten bliver stille.

Du kan løbe—

lade dine skridt drukne i støv,

lade minderne falde bag dig

som skygger uden navn.

Eller du kan stå

midt i det, der gjorde ondt,

lade arrene tale

ikke som svaghed,

men som retning.

For selv i det brudte

findes en stille læring,

en gnist der siger:

du overlevede,

du blev.

Og måske er det dér,

mellem flugt og forståelse,

at du finder dig selv igen.

English:

The past can bite

like thorns beneath the skin,

a quiet ache that lingers

when the night falls still.

You can run—

let your footsteps fade into dust,

leave your memories behind

like nameless shadows.

Or you can stand

inside what once hurt you,

let your scars speak

not as weakness,

but as direction.

Because even in the broken

there is a quiet lesson,

a spark that whispers:

you survived,

you stayed.

And maybe it’s there,

between running and learning,

that you find yourself again.