Herbert Rivera Sanchez (June 28,1956 / Mayagüez, Puerto Rico)
To Lie Still
To lie still and feel life pass me by,
to awake each morning feeling that I truly am alive,
to feel empathy for the strangers with no faces that I daily meet,
tobe able to find peace in the midst of my inner turmoil,
all of this and more I need to be whole once again.
Every deception, every lost freedom,
every misunderstanding and every death
builds a burden of pain and anguish
that slowly murders the soul;
then, the mind becomes just a robot
doing chores and saying things
that are unwilling reflexes of a spirit
waiting for the last ride
on the shores of the river Styx.
I know, deep in my self, that I need to rest,
to lie still and watch life come and go,
while I wait for a moment of truth
when I shall rise from the valley of shadows
to break away from the chains of self pity,
to be free from the power of hateful self criticism.
Only then will I be alive once again
while the faceless, nonexistent thing I have become
destroys itself in the presence of life.
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