I'm fractured and I'm broken
I need a healing source
to bind my wounds and bruises
and set a gentler course
Where are the living waters
to cool my fevered brain
the hidden soothing showers
the blessed mountain rain
Gone are the days of childhood
when every day was new
and purple clover blossoms
smiled with the morning dew
Life came from distant hillsides
soon thunder shook my core
swift whirlpools of obsession
spun me to evil's door
What happened to that damsel
that followed butterflies
who skipped among wild crocus
and bluebirds idolized
I'm fractured and I'm broken
I need a healing source
to bind my wounds and bruises
and set a gentler course.
This is an amazing work...a mature work....the search for healing, with the realization that youth is unable to restore what's injured. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work, raw and real, 'swift whirlpools of obsession spun me to evil's door'...a vivid description of addiction, your poetry and art are healing both for yourself and others Liilia x