‘Tis strange, nobody needs me as myself with
my strong points and shortcomings, they need
service and care of a certain kind and if I
provide they accept that I am there
But the words that gurgle in my throat and the
laughter that bubbles on my lips, my sense of
humour and view of the world, my questions,
thoughts and ideas are outlawed
This is why I write, to communicate the feelings
and thoughts that live within, never verbalised,
expressed in writing and pictures, the real me
delight in being and seeing
Listening and thinking, escaping the bonds
of humanity!
All thoughts of past and future displaced through practice, meditation, quietness, being still; these daily moments of calm, bring a realisation that to be happy I must only live now, in present moment, for as each moment dies, for me, a new one is born.
Understand fully what you mean - excellent description and thank you for sharing...
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I would like to translate this poem
Most people group us into specific categories for their own reasons. They only believe what they can relate to sensually. Then there are those who want to pick your brain, and find out what makes you tick. So much of who we are is never realized by others, and often not even by us. But it sets the stage for some wonderfully creative talents, such as writing poems like this one. I get what you're saying, as I've been there myself for quite sometime. Thank you for sharing and making it simple.