all those that surround us
are arms
poised to embrace us
yet not all are true
though warm
some are
there to take some parts of you
and not return them
making you feel so incomplete
and incompetent
and when you finally give up
those arms set you aside
like you are
a leper
still wanting the cure
the message is clear
you must also learn to choose
which arms are
snakes assuming the shapes
of fingers
learn somehow
to hide distrust
be not mislead
into the vast ocean
of despair
put your arms around
your shoulder
let your palms feel
the truths
even still at the surface
of disbelief
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem