Stripping life of it's stress and turmoil through
writing poetry, taking time to relax from daily
duties of cooking, cleaning, caring for others.
Needing time to myself without worrying about others,
just deciding, to care for my own well-being for a
change.
Wanting to continue being myself, writing into the
nighttime hours, finding self hidden in rhythms of
interior music.
Beating against an interior spiritual life that
needed to be nourished and fed through intellect's
spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem