Reaching out, hoping to latch onto anything to help
anchor my being for now.
Nothing seems to grasp onto me, so I'm at a loss,
drifting in outer limits of space with nothing to
hold on to or believe in.
Everything seems to be at a distance, fearing to
come any closer.
Feeling like a lost soul, wandering this earth like
a nomad, existing for what I don't know any more.
Being forwarded into a vacant space, not knowing
what to expect, yet, looking to see what will happen
in the interim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem