This one started out with Writer's Block.
I am meditating, meditating,
I am waiting, waiting, Waiting –
for the coming of the words of numbness
Waiting for the words of healing
That will salve the tortured feeling
Of my past and present situation.
I am the bridge,
The rainbow bridge
Crossing to a world
That I can’t see.
Going somewhere to a future
That will be so, hopefully,
For the better.
And in the end,
If I don’t sense,
That place where I am going hence,
What difference
will it make to me?
For I will be in peace at last.
I will be then, in the end then,
At my final, quiet, rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem