I saw something somewhere there
but I didn’t dare to truly care
desiring not to leave my lair
to investigate
or indeed enquire
as to what had come to transpire.
I’m a liar.
I hid I did just like some kid
inside myself
and was rumbled tumbling into sight
though no one saw me,
no one looked
as deftly I ducked far from the light
in a haze of hammering fading fright
wondering was I invisible
or just too small to see.
little me
I am my very own fantasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write Helen... Good one there