As I gaze upon myself I ponder...
Who was I?
What was I?
What did I do?
Lying lifeless in a cocoon of a body I never did much like,
I find myself smiling.
A feel of sudden fortune!
No more is there a burning weight forcing itself down on my shoulders.
In my death I have freedom.
I was no one.
I was dead
I did nothing.
Now.
I am truly alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A haunting yet well written poem, SharonAnn. Thanks for sharing