I don't belong to life---it belongs to me.
On its own, it's lifeless--I create and shape it-
I give it a voice--I draw it away from its desert-silence-
I make its heart throb---with it I'm patient and kind-
never have I l laid any blame on it-
before it met me, it was in limbo, now it has someone to talk to and lean on- there's a dialogue between us and it's no longer voiceless-
when all that has been is no more, gently will I lay it down
and say: I hope you have found me worthy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem