I have no words, only fears
Lots of them
Pressed in, overflowing
The wind is still
And like a leaf, I’m coming down
Steadily
I struggle to go up again
I can’t
There is nobody to propel me up!
Within me my heart is a stone
Numbed
By too much hopes and fears
Am the dry leaf
Degenerating
I look around
I can’t
My sight is dimmed
By worry
I am sinking, frozen
Wriggling free is out of question
It is a dreary and barren task
Will I ever rise again?
Will I ever see light?
Like a broken ceramic I lie
Irredeemable
If only I get a dropp of hope
For my soul
And a tingling of assurance
For my heart
And an inkling of light
For my mind
I may rise again
Just maybe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem