Proud Poem by Galina Italyanskaya

Oh, really, it's so unfair
If only I could justify myself
What have I done? And what have you seen?
Why did you suspect me of every sin?
I never gave you the air


You saw me leaving, it's true
I thrust my way for so long and lost
I've changed my place, returned to my past
And finished the game for it could not last
I didn't escape from you


I used to walk through your life
Without a trace, an invisible being
You tell them about my daily routine
You cry when I fall, applaud if I win…
Unreal to come to light


Forborne with the time it took
I followed your steps in withering sands
I crossed your way in alien lands
The closer I come the further you stand
The more disappointed you look


But now I step aside
Too much for my hope, and I look away
I forced every door, any trick I tried
Wherever I look - never catch your eye
I'm sorry, if you are blind


I heard that you called me proud
Sometimes I merely wish I could fly
But someone obliged me to shoulder the sky
He's kicking my knees and wondering why
Its dome is crashing so loud


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(St. Petersburg, July 22 2013)