Itch Poem by Mary Champion
Itch
I have this longing,
it could even be a need,
to reach back in time
into the ancient darkness
where part of me is rooted.
I feel its presence
and I sense its importance.
Its looming image
is haunting my awareness,
but it is out of focus.
Bubbling under
the surface of consciousness
it cannot break through
until I lift the mind-block
that frustrates its passage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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