Lightening quick attitudes firing energy within deepest catacombs in darkened places of being.
Cutting away the hurt and suffering, trying to paint new pictures to paste on interior screens, hoping to enlarge feelings of beauty and peace.
Holding hands with past images as I careen down lanes of intense emotional prose, hoping one day to become who I really am without all the masks of humiliation and embarrassment from other people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem