Incessantly existing in a blank space, creating
and writing my existence on pages of poetry.
Being alive, knowing feelings and emotions that
erupt from within.
Giving reasons to smile, cry, get angry and be
loving towards others.
Taking time to get involved in all areas of this
earthly life, even when not wanting to.
Exposing self constantly in poem after poem that
is written into the universe.
Yet holding all of life inside my being, not
talking to other people, being too shy ordinarily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem