My life aches.
My being slows down to look at the ache.
I am drawn into it.
The pain overwhelms me.
My spirit cries, cries to be free.
My being aches.
It holds pain too heavy for it to bear.
I am too small
to carry this pain.
Yet carry it I do.
My being aches.
It tells the pain ' go'.
A heavy burden is lifted.
My spirit roams free
in an area that had been too full for it.
Joy has room to move.
My being lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem