I need a place to live
my stories out
full bloom in flower and bud,
a place to sing through the
strings of words I paint
in crimson blood.
I need a place where
my soul can soar
above the doubts of sin,
a place where despite
the raging seas I
thrive on stories within.
I've searched for this
in gardens grand,
over beaches long and wide,
until I finally sought
my freedom in
the room I keep inside,
the place I sometimes
choose to hide
my soul - my bones,
my heart,
the place that
catches my
silent cries,
that has been
there with me
since the start.
From which,
after everything,
I can no longer
be
apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so beautiful and heart warming. Fantastic poem. The place is within!