Swimming in life’s cesspool trying to not eat of the filth that surrounds me
the waters are murky brown green algae like.
The swimmers are dead dark souls
and I am treading water, trying to keep my head from submerging.
It is the things I know to occupy time,
the only clean space left
when all that surrounds me is degradation, less than I desire.
The sun is distant from night.
The dark shadows barely separate or shine in dirty water.
All seems hopeless looking down, but LOOKING Up
catching just a glimmer of light is enough
to focus and follow until it reveals more
until it transforms and transfers me
from this place to where I belong
whole and immutable,
sanctified and holy.
Being all that I am forever!
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I would like to translate this poem
Your intent came through well in this poem, Mildred. Thanks for sharing