Silent whispers speaking of things I'd rather not hear
in life.
Attempting to write while listening to music, giving
away feelings in heart-felt words and sentences.
Hoping that someone will recognize some part of me in
one of my poems.
Digesting emotions, knowing them too well, hoping to
one day get beyond every one of them and live in the
midst of a rose garden even now growing inside.
With a river running through it, allowing me to drown
the past in it's white water rapids down river a little
way.
A beautiful scene reminding me that life can be
wonderful at times when looking up out of the blackness
of grief and sorrow culminating inside of this being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem