I would hold on to you my dear agony,
Cause This is my destiny.
I will cling to you cause you are my reality.
I will hide you deep,
Penetrated beneath me.
An invisible part of my dear soul.
Smiling, fallaciously Each day
Living my life every moment.
Life seemed so ordinary.
None knew.
The extra ordinary part of me.
My overwhelming agony.
Drowning,
Almost gone in the whirlpool of my grief.
Something held on to me,
A desire to not be blown out,
I decided to ride my agony.
Make it my weapon.
I nurtured it, kept it inside for so long.
Now I have learnt to ride it.
Go Inside me, when it bothered me.
This my dear is my invisible tool.
I would use pain, my agony.
To ride on me dreams.
Go places you cannot understand.
Inside me is filled with mystery.
It is undiscovered land.
I am loving exploring me.
And it's so much fun.
Guess what? it's totally free.
Sadly none is welcomed to
Share that part of me.
I have come to love my agony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem