So she said,
“Write, you whore…”
and I thought…I am
a whore, that is
but I haven’t written
because I haven’t cared enough...
enough...to break out of my circle of safety
and take a stand
against misery and suffering
the cliché is
…he wears his heart on his sleeve
the reality is
hiding your heart only foments
discord and mistrust
silence...speaks...suspiciously
we have our secrets
and we all hide in shadows
there will come a moment
when we will face retribution
long due our transgressions
step out into the light…now
before the shadows darken
be unmasked of all deception
be an example
of the purity of light
…and the deliverance
of truth
The time is now...is always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem