Birds flying by, dipping their wings into my loneliness,
sending it flying as I write to relieve myself of it.
Pounding rhythms through my mind, hitting feelings,
knocking them out into words, knowing someone will read
them and understand a little better who I am.
Violins playing like ducks with feathers, shaking in the
air, stirring life from all this despair.
Tantalizing, healing, protecting from things that are
bad, looking to find answers, now only able to sit and
wait for them to be found while I let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem