Isolated;
Like the grain of sand-
at the centre of a pearl.
In it’s pure perfection,
It lies alone,
A solitary grain of sand.
Irritation is by no means-
a great basis for perfection,
Yet it seems to have worked,
On this occasion.
The outer layer protects its' inner host,
A host that was once-
a number among many,
On the sandy beaches of life.
I was the imperfection-
who managed to impress itself upon you,
Whether it was willingness or fate-
I advanced within my shell,
To be blinded by the ensuing darkness.
Slowly I was covered by your reactions,
Layered by what you added to me,
Constantly increasing,
Until I grew to a size to which I couldn't leave you,
Even if I wanted to.
I was emasculated by your soothing comfort,
Trapped because I didn't force my escape.
I'm powerless now…
More than I had ever been before,
When I was just a grain of sand-
resting in eclipsed desire.
Did you deceive me?
Distorting the light when I was complete?
You made me,
Made me feel like a pearl alienated at heart,
Like a singular grain of sand once more;
That irritating comfort submerged within.
Light appears,
You’ve been discovered,
There is a force much greater than you!
Clammy awakening light frees me from this vice like hold;
Looking back I see you tossed aside,
Laying broken in two,
For your suffocating entrapment of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many fine images making truth in the grains of sand.