These eyes have seen more than his mind can take,
as such the images confuse, anger and instills hate,
he tries to relate,
to open the envelope and not seal it,
to pick up the pieces,
so that he can study the pictures,
to patch up whats torn,
so that he could one day be reborn,
to regain his youth,
so he had his cataracts removed,
to fix up his cornea,
so he met up with a healer,
to enlarge the dilation,
by ending his session of deterioration,
to make these eyes see clearer,
and not be blinded, hoping that the light of his past go dimmer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not could be reborn, but CAN and WILL be reborn! It is amazing what a little eye surgery can produce in the quality of our lives. A wonderful expression of your new found insight. Smiling at you Tai