Seemingly enticing me to breathe
not as the crumpled soul
but as the hopeful innocent
aware, yet withdrawn,
afraid
Would I risk my bleeding soul
expose the dehydrated heart
to fill it up with love?
risk all for a smile?
for healing?
My truth will not be denied
possibility has crept in
love may flower within me
burst out of me
I am healing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem