I am safe here in my cosy, cocooned world
Warm, frozen, suspended in the moment of you.
I lift up my hand and stroke your hair. I cry
You wipe away my tears. Together we smile
And I laugh aloud. “Not too loud, you say
Not too much noise. Now take your medicine.”
I am a good boy and do as you tell me.
They will not leave me alone
They prod, they pry, they joke, anything for a reaction.
Sometimes they succeed but it’s to their cost
A brick at their head, a knife in my hand
Angry outbursts. This should be enough
But it’s not.
Therapists, dieticians, psychiatrists
Social workers, special teachers
Pester me with questions, pictures to paint, good advice, loving care
But with one intent, to rob me of you.
But they’ll not succeed, for you’ll stay secure within me
Won’t you! Won’t you! Won’t You!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem