Longing, I have been, for a place to rest,
Longing for a place of no test,
Does not matter if it’s from the east nor west.
Years were counted and forgotten along the way,
Which path it was, I can no longer say,
All I ever wanted was a place to stay.
Like tigers and lions on the chase,
Were my demons dancing in my shadows’ base,
Ready to pounce not wanting me to win the race.
Giving in a few times, a life I lost every moment,
The soul that I am clearly has rust and a dent,
But the search goes for a home to be content.
Today was like the Sun burning through my being,
So intense, demons and angels resort to hiding,
As I was cleansed with the Fire intensely burning.
All burdens have been uplifted like jars of clay off my shoulder,
I looked up and smiled, feeling I’ve never been younger,
Closed my eyes and rest my heart at the foot of The Molder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful narrative poem, well articulated and nicely penned to capture the conviction of the poet. A lovely story indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem ANC AND THE STRUGGLE.