My inability to put feelings into words
leave me feeling helpless and frustrated.
I have an endless scope of thoughts, but
lack the capacity to speak them into words.
Even the exercise of scribbling on paper
seems to be hopeless - a waste of time.
My mentor and friend has the gift of words...
It flows like a river over rocks, bebbles and
sand until it spirals down into the abyss
creating wonderful new worlds, new
possibilities never seen before and
never to be seen again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem