in the afternoon
of my life
i read my past,
funny. sad.
some happy times,
but there was
also that shame
that i want
kept hidden,
i have no word
for that,
no name, no place,
i erase all the
images,
somehow you know it
and if we see each
other again, you may
make me glimpse
a little, but
i am ready to forget
but if there is
really a need to
recall, i swallow
that fear, that shame,
and i will face you
and i will not be afraid,
i will tell you thanks,
i learned a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kept hidden! ! But, The past is part of us. Memories! As we grow along the ways of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.