I'm seeing strange things.
It's weird.
People have become
such enigmas
they used to be
transparent
no more...
Strange happenings
flow in and out
of my life.
It's scary,
I'm suspicious
a little,
cause I don't
know
where I am,
though I know
where I've been,
but where
is it
that I'm going to?
Never, never,
have I known
that...
I wish I could
estrange myself...
I don't want all
this responsibility.
The tragedy
the suffering,
I'm tired...
I smother myself
with thoughts and
worries,
I'm not really
aware of what
is really happening
to me...
Poems, music, art..
school...
Where is it going?
I'm broke,
I have no job,
my life
as a caretarker
where the
role reversal
self regulates me...
I'm in control, contained...
Though very uncomfortable...
Very good. Simple, easy, but full of expression. Remarkable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a positive ending. I am in control. As long as we decide to be in control, we will succeed. I think most of us go ythrough our ups and downs and the deepest downs are often followed by high ups. One text that really can help us on the way up is the one written by Francis From Assisi (I paste it below) . For me the second paragraph has been particularly useful: 'Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy; O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.'