It’s not as if
I’m anything much;
If I was,
The world would be complicated.
No, I’m just a reaching out.
And I’m scared.
Scared, all scared.
Hold me!
I’m frustrated of myself.
In fact, I don’t think anyone knows who
I am while being myself and frustrated.
This is too complicated;
But then again,
I’m not anything.
As if I was.
Lord, hold me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem