Slowly extracting the essence of who I am, out into the open,
instead, creating an interior space where I can be myself in.
No other interruptions being involved as they are never
welcomed.
Sincere tribulations are catering to my being, letting all of
my soul expose itself.
Containing nothing but particles, shards of glass and sand as
they fall out of my interior imagination, fulfilling every
thought with their essence.
Leaving me in strands of heart-felt laughter from abusive
people.
Ringing into the rightful stances of energy, pulling out all
stops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem