They all secretly wonder
Why she holds it with such panic
Why she’ll never let anyone see
The rust so harmlessly exposed
Like the bare skin of a baby
The chain- the purest of silver
supposedly
the kindness of the world
hung around her neck
They never did know
That in truth
what she was holding
was where
her bad dreams
her lost faith
and
her weakness
was kept
A simple heart shaped locket
The family burden
Right there on her chest
Taunting her
As it sways back and forth
The need
The obsession
The fixation
With precision
Controlled her
Back and forth
it swayed
trapping her
In her fervent mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem