I have all the pieces but the picture
remains a puzzle
and I remain clueless.
Cannot make sense of the chaos.
I could cry
From frustration
Anxiety
And panic
I wish I could wipe the smear
That blurs what I need to see clearly
I so dearly want to find the words
To make my point
But it's pointless.
This writer remains blocked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem