There's comfort in this darkness
My existence within the confines of this shell is numbing and safe
No need to risk the hurt caused by those experiences that life has to offer...
love, pain, bliss, desperation, elation, passion, misery, desire,
alas, the unknown
But as time goes by, this darkness that I once found so comforting
Becomes a blinding madness
The safety that I once felt has now become a danger to me,
And cautiously, my eyes begin to open
I realize that the walls are slowly thinning around me,
And I am involuntarily drawn to the faint ray of light
That I've detected beyond this sacrilegious barricade
The walls are closing in and I'm struggling to breath
I now want to find all that life has to offer...
Love, pain, bliss, elation, passion, misery, desire,
Alas... the unknown
My wings are forming and I cannot help it
They're beautiful and have a mind of their own
They want to do what they came to do
And this fragile shell is no longer a match for them
They will fly... and I will live.
March 12,2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nena, nenota, Once a little bug, always a wonderful butterfly. Found your wings, did you? At last my bella princess begins her flight. Karen, mi negra divina, your words, this production, reminds me to unfold the wings that I myself forget to spread from time to time. My love to you, V.