Looking inside at my reflection, seeing it mirror the sadness that's always with me.
Knowing the source, keeping it in a compartment where I alone control it's movement into my life.
Letting it loose to roam in pictures of my soul, then silently writing about it as I sink deeply into a rhetoric of blind knowing, allowing words to aptly describe what it is that touches me so intently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem