in my cave I am safe
safe for a day or a night
or that is my delusion
everything is relative
space is bent that way
safety is a locked door
yet there is no safety
death crashes in at will
safety is a feeling
safety is contentment
feeling and knowing
that I am alive for now
I do not wait for death
I wait for sunrise
to illuminate my path
light creeps into my haven
dark stone softens its hue
earth tones come to life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wait for sunrise - true particularly those still in darkness...thanks for sharing!