My past
Whirls and twirls
Like a violent storm
Filling my life
With confusing memories
And stories I’ve told
So often
Over and over again
Mixing and merging
So that truth and fantasy
Become one
I have told these tales
So often
That even I am confused
By what is real
And what is not
When I look back
Over my frictionless fiction life
There is no clear line
Of separation
I have become the product
Of my self-deceit
Outside
My window of life
The storm rages
While my only wish
Is to shed this cocoon
And tear away the deception
That I have hidden
From my own eyes
And let you in
So I might shed a tear
And smile once again
And as my past
Whirls and twirls
Like a violent storm
That fills my life
My prayer has
Become a mantra
Of simplicity
As I hear my own voice
Repeat over and over and over again
Please…
Stop the rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem