The pen is the extension of my mind
Allowing me to write … and find
The feelings deep inside my soul
The reasons why.. as me .. I’m whole
To point the way to life ahead
To understand the fears and dread
To heighten any joy I feel
And why at times my head does reel…..
When coping with life’s stress and toil
And when the plans you make are foiled
Expressions of my inner self
The search for reasons and the stealth…
With which my mind plays games with me
Trying to find affinity
Within my being as life goes…
Along the paths that ebb and flow…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem