A feeling -
to lose myself
and to find again,
somewhat different.
Sometimes broken
like silicates,
or scratches on the surface,
bruised.
Or sunk to the bottom
like a ship,
restored,
reinstated.
A feeling
deep in my heart,
rising
as if waves.
Do I know
what I become -
a feeling,
only had I known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem