If only I saw what you see in me
If my eyes were open, If I was complete
But now I'm just a hollow shell
Trying and trying and trying like hell
To discover what has been hiding under
Deep inside, secrets and thunder
Right now I am calm
My vision is clear
My pages are empty
I've nothing to fear
So as I am writing my own book of life
I read back through the sorrow and pain
Omitting the good times, feeling the bad
And always rejoicing in the rain
But these pages, the empty ones that remain
I promise myself that I won't refrain
I'll write these pages true to myself
From the good to the bad to the life living hell
Because it is all of these things that are part of me
And who else would you want me to be?
There is no changing what has already been written
But the path I choose now is of most resistance
It's not a life lost, but a life to win back
It's something to work for, to keep me on track
Well said! I think this is something everyone struggles with, something that is inherent in the human condition and you've expressed it poignantly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a very talented writer.