She wants to travel around In her own comfort.
Stacked amist a busyness that soothes,
And entraps.
So much so...
No one can get close to her,
From all of the baggage she carries.
Keeping those 'truths' she conceals,
Guarded and secretly unrevealed.
And kept protected,
By a sensitive defensiveness.
So strong it can not be moved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dad ill give u a tenner get that up to a niner over and outer..iip