I was once free.
To be happy.
Just to be me.
Now Im not.
Not free.
A prisoner of
my formal self
I was once happy.
I used to luagh
I used to smile.
A long time a go.
Depair rides in.
Keeping its hold on me.
I will never be free.
I was happy once
I used to have fun.
I used to laugh
I used to smile.
That all seems so old
Its all gone now.
Its so long ago
It could be a life
A life time ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I agree too Amy, it could be and was 'a lifetime ago'. If I didn't know you were talking about you, I could swear you were talking about me, because I have been and am, exactly where this poem is. I have only my past to comfort me when things start to get me down. I was very happy until one day they slammed the door and it was all dark, for 5½ years it was dark. I have been trying to get into the light just beyond that door. I will someday tho. You have written a very emotional and heartfelt piece from deep in your soul, and this is what we do when we get so down on ourselves, is write it out. I like this very much because it brought back both good and sad memories. Thanx for sharing Amy. Barbara