I have this ache
that won't go away.
It's also cuttingly sharp
and I fear it's here to stay.
Is it punishment, I wonder
for letting him see me?
Am I learning again
that I'm my own company?
For the very few times
I've allowed me to bare
I'm left aching and stinging
in rage and despair.
Have I learned my lesson,
now that it's clear?
To no one be vulnerable
and my soul no one to sear.
(Itajaí,12 May,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem