I write
to unravel my mind
to clear the chambers of my conscience
to sing a song that won’t disturb those
who never want to listen
when I adore a tune and want to share
the emotion with a loved one –
who isn’t there
I need to organise my thoughts and feelings
to classify and pack away new information
cleaning unsolved anger and festering wounds
I want to share my fears, emotions, tears
unfounded joy and secret hates
with another mind – anonymously
because in one-to-one conversation
I have thus far failed abominably
and I daily fear I would find a tear
in the new fabric of this anonymous soliloquy
– or even worse – that it would be stopped
that silence would return to my mind
until I am as lonely as before –
maybe even more
for the pain of
loss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anonymous sharing is not a novel concept, but it doesn't really work. You reveal more than you conceal is this pensively written and beautifully introspective piece. People want to share with you as an effect of it.