WRITING unraveled the layers of a mask I wore
so nothing could see or damage best parts of me.
Then one day, I opened the tender breast of a child;
let her breathe the fresh air of a new beginning.
In the baring, I found a prisoner's release;
began other journeys that led to paths
and places buried and forgotten,
lands pristine, protected and sadly untended.
So I cleared the soils of joyless, spoiler roots
tilled away at the toxic, and planted anew;
grasses, trees, shrubs, blossoming flowers.
Here in paradise, expressing my own soul, I grew.
many many colorful flowers may bloom from your garden and spread it all over the world expressing your soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Carolyn. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.