Closed.
I twist and turn between
the need to understand
and the desire to bury,
my pain.
I use my words
to tell myself,
not to hurt myself
like this again.
But beauty dies so young
and my understanding
is beyond my approach.
I use my words,
to tell others,
this heart is open,
and yet closed.
Jade Ni.2008.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem