My days had long lost their luster.
Dwelling in the shadows, even when there is light,
Drinking water doesn't quench my thirst.
Even when the wind blows, there is no sensation.
Walking for countless days on Mother Earth, I still can't see her splendor;
Blades of grass are more capable of rejoicing for their days.
My veins don't race anymore,
My heart, a habitat for grief.
I don't sing anymore.
I blinked only for a moment and lost the purpose,
And now I am gone astray,
Rain on me, so I may live yet again.
Rejuvenate these dry bones.
Weeping in my own obscurity,
Taking refuge in seclusion,
I don't sing anymore.
Oh- now I digress.
The ground shook beneath me,
A wind from the north filled my nostrils.
All that was empty made whole.
Renewing my strength, mounting up on wings,
Vast fields of songs each caring hope.
Emerging into a new being,
Taking flight on this endless journey.
Deeply sad ink. Seems you have gone through so much in life. Keep inking.
'My days had long lost their luster. Dwelling in the shadows, even when there is light, Drinking water doesn't quench my thirst.' nice lines, instead of water perhaps coffee or tea, or holy spirit top shelf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of triumphant emergency from very low ebb of life, one filled with diversity of tumultuous changes and depression, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing April. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.