In the dark,
Hugging my pillow tight,
And wishing with all my might
That life didn’t look so stark.
I admit that I did once contemplate
And even retained a debate
On the best way to leave this world
When my mind wouldn’t stop its swirl.
Never once did I reveal this
Until my parents found the sheet,
Understood that I’ve fallen into a deep abyss.
And asked me to take a seat.
I wanted to run and hide
Put everything aside.
I did not want to confide
And risk all that was inside.
Kept wondering what
will heal me up right.
Down at the bottom,
on my knees,
trying to believe.
No one to pull me out
or breakthrough this time.
Open, without mystery.
No longer pretending
that all was fine
while pain and sorrow
was concealed and unrefined.
I've left those years behind.
I feel secure in my skin
as it doesn't seem so dim.
I no longer speculate:
how many years of laughter,
sorrow and pain there’s left in me.
Or wonder how long I’ll stand on my own,
be brave, tell everyone I am happy.
I have found my strength,
but still keep others at arm's length.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice piece of poetry. -J