Comes often to cement with honesty meant.
When people are in need with a unity of empathy.
And still this solidarity freely given with intent,
Seems not able to mend divisions.
As if to end them restricts to a limiting of defenses.
What is it that discomforts expressed sincerity,
With an allowance it to be concealed and hidden...
When those stubbornly unable to admit to it,
That there IS a love wished to be permitted.
Yet this love seems best if resisted uncommitted,
When a 'normalcy' again returns to a life as it exists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem