Being in touch with self, metes out many troubles, because thoughts are held tightly - close.
They have no way to air out and become stale with waiting.
Unless they are brought up and spoken of, no one can know what is going on inside your head.
Thoughts become distorted and blur your common sense, distilling your mind, causing tears to fall and making your mind act as if it's drunk with liquor.
It's not - but that is how the mind feels when it is in constant turmoil, mixing the present with the past.
When you are in touch with self, knowing the hazards it can bring, trouble can be stood off bravely with no tears, thoughts are no longer held so close because they're written in poetry and are finally being aired out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an amazing and honest poem.