everyday is
a task.
wake up from sleep
take the shower
shave, dress up
breakfast,
take the car
travel
arrive in office
then work and work
and work
breaktime: coffee
biscuit, and
poetry and you sneak
to your secret
or private blog
you speak and write there
unceasingly.
it is a way of connecting
back to yourself
listening to your sound
self to self,
assuring yourself that
you have not forgotten
yourself in the process
of living
you sense two persons
residing in your own body
one is too honest
and too silent
the other is influencing it
saying this is the way
how to live
coat a reality with words
paint it with other words
make it appear
like no other and just
leave it there
for them to see and say
something
and you do not care
because the other silent
self knows much better
undeceived and
strong, invincible and
all-knowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem