Lying on a couch of remorse, filled with the loss of love
from many different aspects in this life, those whom I've
loved, now gone at death's insistence.
Still standing here within me through soulful memories
that I've continued to cherish through the years, captur-
ing the essence of who I am.
Letting self become in a free and liberated state of mind,
not liking to be held by another, preferring to be alone
and not a slave to their thinking and way of life.
For that is a form of slavery that most people do not even
seem to recognize at all, that of being with another and
losing self in the process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem