Steeped in derision, looking within for the peace I need so desperately.
Being in tune with nature, looking to writing to satisfy my needs.
Hoping for a reprieve from others and their petty annoyances, instead finding that
I have to hide myself from reproaches of jealous people.
Circling interiorly, searching for the words to soothe my soul.
Regaling imagination, using every aspect of it to continue life on my own pathway,
in my own time, alone by choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem