Liberation Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

I am faced again with agony,
and the face of agony is unkissable.
Furthermore, its confined soullessness
is felt first as pure alienation,
then realized as a roofless shelter — callous.

But agony, in itself, contains essence and character,
so its lips are still possessive of something warm and somewhat humane —
Reachable.

And so I try to encroach on them.

Chanting.
Sanctify my flesh and leave me with the solemn star.
Let my rivers be lightened, let my forests be, once again,
In their piercing clarity — fragrant.
Let me leave the shadows, so in this rebirth
I can face my reflection
In everything dirty and pure.
But for the most part —
Let me glimpse the love I have the knowledge to withhold.