Filling the emptiness with tears, allowing them to overflow
and slip down my cheeks, wanting to retort, yell out in anger,
I cannot.
Talking, telling with many words that I cannot have control,
that I must give up and trust in someone else.
How can I? - it pulls my insides in many pieces, causing
confusion and inner weeping.
Why should feelings be given away? What good or use are
they to another?
Wandering inside, another hits a nerve, wanting me to be
controlled, it's not the way to get to me, not liking it.
Stubbornly holding onto inner strength, not willing to let
it go - hesitantly, reluctantly, unknowingness settles in,
awaiting a reply.
What to do? follow someone else's rules and take forever
slowly or allow self to carry through alone. I do not know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem