I am not the good person
you thought I was
I am not even the good person
I thought I was-
I doubt if I'll ever be that person
And yet I find a certain joy
in being who and what I am.
I am living
half in shadows half in light-
in the light I laugh out loud
and in the shadows
I silently sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a certain connection with this poem that resonates strongly with me...that existential question we each ponder over..well written piece thank you for sharing...10 ++. Lodigiana