I’m listening as the Moody Blues
are singing for me ‘I know you’re
out there somewhere, somewhere…’
and continue the dream of being a
heroine having someone out there
routing for her because I need it,
having fallen into fear, having lost
faith – when he explained that my
work was no good, my heart sank,
I started to brood; fear took hold –
fear of life, unnamed, undefined,
but freezing me to the spot… then
I read Abraham’s advice – start
beating the drum, the drum of
truth the way I want it to be – and
I saw you referring to my looking-
glass heart and the Dream-In-
Wonderland theme entailed in
my name – and I breathed again,
there is someone out there who
is thinking of me and won’t be
offended when I’m thinking of
him…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
faith for me is an ocean too cold to swim