Handling life in tiny increments that are easier to
deal with in the long run, pasting together aspects
of being, hoping that they will become whole again
through faith and prayer.
Silent and incomplete, watching, finding that I can
no longer be reached, having gone inside of intellect,
hiding and trying to find a space of inner safety that
is needed so very badly.
Realizing that others are always trying to put me
down, because they have no understanding or compassion
for the sensitive person I truly am, living in an
interior creative world of imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is A Silent And Complete poem. incomplete are those who cannot reach out, cannot fathom the meaning of love. these lines are written through my eyes. But through the eyes of the poem i have to say this is the complete truth. Silent and incomplete, watching, finding that I can no longer be reached, having gone inside of intellect, hiding and trying to find a space of inner safety that is needed so very badly. This is a sad feeling. an emotion that most people say ' come out of it' but really very hard to follow. this is reality. i loved reading it.