Looking out the windows of my mind at what has transpired
in my life, seeing things for what they are in reality,
no illusions able to get past what I know deeply inside.
Interiorly wanting to be told what to do, in reality not
allowing anyone to do it and take my freedom away, listen-
ing to my heart, opening my mind, freeing my soul in time.
Knowing that if I found just one person who cared about
me they would hold the key to my heart forever, interiorly
knowing that's just a fantasy.
In my heart I know that I would never give away the key
of my being to anyone in this life, I will always be the
quiet rebel, wild and free, never to be tamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Oh, RoseAnn, I could very well have written something very similar. Magnificent!