If you look at me you'll see my flesh;
blush,
sweat,
anger.
What you won't see is the pain it took to go numb.
The tear-tracks on my face have long dried.
I am not yours; I am mine.
I am no longer a slave.
[just a couple of thoughts....
not a real poem...]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A state of mind in which duality disappears and you become the realized. Great poetry. Keep it up. CP