Beckoning inner restraints, wanting to cut them
away in a moment of anger and distrust.
A voice listening to songs of a guitar as it's
being played entertainedly tonight.
Hovering high above floodwaters of a brokenness
flowing into edges of the ocean, mingling with
waves as they rise and fall forever crashing.
This poet wondering if it's the same wave or if
it's always a new one crashing, then sliding
back into the ocean's depths once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem