Being in touch with self metes out many troubles, because
thoughts are held tightly close.
They have no way to air out, becoming stale from waiting,
unless they are brought out and spoken of no one can know
what is going on inside your head.
Thoughts become distorted and blur common sense, distilling
your mind as if it is drunk with liquor.
It's not, but that is how the mind feels when it is in
constant turmoil, mixing the present with the past.
When you are in touch with self, knowing the hazards it can
bring, trouble can be stood off bravely with no tears because
thoughts are no longer held so close.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem with its strong message thank you