I don't write for you,
I write for me
To dream each dream,
in darkness freed
All gifts unwrapped,
my table set
My voice as spoken,
no regrets
I don't speak for you,
I speak for me
The trails I've bloodied,
scars decree
Each moment purchased,
verses loaned
My feelings sacred
—words my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem and rhythm to go with it, well done.