Shuddering windows of my being, wanting to escape the mundane
limits and boundaries of living, preferring to live through
imagination and writing.
Wanting to stay deeply embedded in the privacy of my own in-
tellect, not wanting any interference from others for they
put pressure, tension and stress where there should be none.
Finding the human touch a little too invasive and restrictive
most of the time, living freely as I want interiorly in a
bluened light.
It revives inner strength, faith, hope, compassion and caring,
leaving it up to me to follow the Divine which I always choose,
for life is much better when I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem