The Autistic Land (Sonnet) Poem by Magdalena Biela

I know you hear me, but you answer not.
I beg and scream: 'Please, look into my eyes! '.
Yet, silently, you scratch unopened skies.
I wish I'd know your every hidden thought.
I try to hug you, but you pull away,
you clap your hands and rocking back and forth,
you feel your body as a magic cloth,
and I am crying like a wandered stray.
Your lakes are staring as if truly blind.
Your trees, confused, fight hard to stay unshaken.
Your land holds secrets of a greatest mind.
Your soul remembers fear to be forsaken.

You are my country and I love you so.
Not ever, do not ever let me go.




Finland,22.08.2014

Maria Magdalena Biela