Your words tempt me
I want to break your heart
Simple as finding a light
And switching it off.
It's all that rage inside you
Swirling like a thunderstorm
In summer heat
Relentless, pointless,
but necessary
With two forces joining
In a game of who breaks first.
I can't promise you anything except forwhat I am.
And what I am is everything.
For the exact same reason I am alsonothing.
Changing as constant as the seasons.
I bend to whispers
Hidden in the breath of passing voices
And carried by distant breezes to my window
With one ear pressed against the glass
I listen for you to come.
But you never call.
My past becomes a bundle of broken windchimes
Tangled and sawn off
Making strangled sounds
When someone from my past decides to sigh.
And this is why I have to keep movingforwards.
Never lingering too long in a place that Iknow
Has the capacity to destroy me.
For my crushed soul was shaped
not for the lack of my trying
so as a lack of being received.
But no one ever said it was easy.
And if I can claim anything
I can claim I have lived fully
And wholly
And freely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem