i am back
i was away on a trip
lost in those layers of
history
i open the pages of an old book again
and it tells me
who i was
weak and always penetrated by
the joys of
evil
i bite my lips
and spread my fingers as i grapple for words again
a deva in me
has arisen
i am back and the old chapters of what i 've read
tease me
how can you change? there is no change because there is no
happiness in there
i go back to those pages again
but i am writing notes from this pen
i am growing
i am taking roots
i am back and happier now
stronger even
because i shall no longer be missing you that much
and when your face resurfaces again on the mist
i don't grapple that much
to see
what is real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem