I want to write this,
but perfection breaks it.
pause... pause....pause...
how should it feel?
But that doesn't sound right.
Don't speak of wounds unhealed
for fear my emotions take flight,
and ignite to new heights.
Old fears resurface,
bringing back a silent purpose.
I want to write this,
but rejection intertwines,
it erases the best rhymes
and enters at the worst time.
When I want to write this,
I want to show my feelings,
dismissed as they were...
They were the real deal,
they're the ones that will help me heal,
Give me a voice
and unconceal,
only when I want to write this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem