I ate my lunch in the park again today,
as it is becoming my usual routine.
I'm finally allowing myself to sit in silence
and brave being alone with my thoughts.
Today, I sat in the park,
watching true children at heart as they played,
chasing butterflies and hiding behind trees.
Funny that even they, who are labeled so unfortunately,
are able to provide me with insight.
Whether or not they realize their circumstances,
they're quite able to get a laugh
out of something so simple as chasing falling leaves.
The birds sing lovelier lullabies when you listen,
(I think it's because they don't like to compete with rap music)
and every glistening ripple in the pond paints a picture for you,
if you only take the time to notice.
I've been terrified of silence since
the first time I'd been asked to take a moment of it,
and now, I'm rekindling a flame.
I'm learning to treat silence as less of an enemy
and more of a newly-found friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem