Walking through pathways of memories, watching their videos from
photographic interior screens always waiting to be accessed in
intellect.
Feelings and emotions are ever vigilant, turning up their volume
as I watch with bittersweet tears, the life I used to have when
younger, it's innocence and purity standing out all through life,
staying focused and balanced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very special insight: you are invoking your youth or earlier when you were not carrying a sorrow-load as you do now, and instead of making you bitter, the specter of the earlier YOU gives the present YOU a sense of acceptance. This is almost miraculous, Roseann: it's as if you gave a gift to yourself. Is this focus and balance perhaps a gift from heaven as well? This poem is not cast as a prayer but has it not had the effect of a prayer answered?