I will cry
When ready
Please accept
Me for now
I refuse to cry
When so unprepared
My heart would break
And I would die
Is this my lie?
When we find ourselves in the midst of an emotional whirlpool, it is not easy to portray its semblance. Thanks for sharing an insightful poem.
Rajnish, it seemed like Kerouac's life was an emotional whirlpool. Thank you so much for your support and encouragement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To finally cry can be a blessing and relief. Equally it can be the thing which washes away all vestiges of hope, and in that case it is something we need to prepare for. I feel this poem to be the words of someone who knows that and is fearful of it. Excellent Richard. Judy
Judy, you're on the mark! This is one in a series of poems about Jack Kerouac.`