Reality no longer
Tick-tocking by
Yeild to the lock of the daily grind
Wheels oiled
Spilled, and drained
Now like a sponge
My once wet brain
Gone the days of war and dust
Knowledge now the newfound lust
Freedom from you
No longer a slave
A woman of substance
A woman who's brave
Dreams and desires
The look in my eyes
Learning to feel a body not high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds like you have a lot going for you and have an understanding of the direction you are headed. A 'Woman of Substance' is a wonderful phrase and also a wonderful book by Barbara Taylor Bradford. Your poem has a lot of heart. I give it a '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn