Anxious about doing things I can't do perfectly,
a day spent in misery, nothing working out - no
comment on Amazon accepted and colleagues
discussing work so boringly I'm am in fear my
ears will implode on hearing this -
Ever-smaller spirals turning around me and I'm
dying on the inside - then I returned to nine-year
old Amira singing on her debut CD - & instantly
angst and anxiety lifted as if it was never there;
with chocolate cake and
Ice-cream from a restaurant plus Amira I'm able
to stand the day - although writing this awakens
the anxiety again; suffice it to say Amira's sweet
voice means the elixir of life to me…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem