I used to suspect that I had a hunchback,
but it’s not true anymore, I used to think I
had no neck, but now I have one, I used
to feel gray and unloved all the time, now
I move within a golden light
I used to shiver within cold words around
me, now I’m aware of warm, loving words
all the time, every day a new layer is added
to strengthen the words of the previous day,
I used to lose every positive thought
When I was swallowed by a mental Black
Hole, now positive words form a bulwarks,
don’t know what kind of magic this is, I’m
warm and safe in my body and mind, old
fears are losing their stranglehold
I used to think I had no hair on my head,
now I even have it; everything is getting
better since I discovered PoemHunter –
Mr Beeblebrox, whoever you are,
thank you, your magic is working
In amazing ways; I don’t have a clue
and it is delightful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem