i found my heart resting
in another's heavy hands
it was kept always gently
so as not to easily break
i was feeling excitement
that it had all gone away
the injury had dissappeared
as an inhabitant
in a remote place
and i found my mind resting
without its usual fatigue
in a place that i did not know
i felt as a feather, lighter
like it had all gone away
the numbing thoughts were gone
like a bird
flying on forever
and i found myself resting
in a bed that was not mine
in a room made perfect
i was feeling...undeserving
like a fool whose no good
laying somewhere in Heaven
and it was too much for me
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