My time has come to let things go
Run barefoot once again
Cast off old fetters as I sow
New seeds in spring's warm rain
Time now for shoulders to relax
Throw off that sequined shawl
And pass it on to waiting backs
Still pressed against the wall
Fine clips fall from my streaming hair
Replaced by morning breeze
My ears are free from cunning pairs
Of ornaments that tease
My fight is done, I'm free at last
Dressed in a simple frock
Unfettered of the burdened past
That weighed me like a rock
You'll see me smiling on the beach
Staring at seagulls flight
The song of life within my reach
Since I gave up the fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem