when you are finally faced with
the harshest truth in your life,
when you know the name for it since
birth, and yet you will not say it,
because you cannot say it, because
you will never say it, because
when you say it, and you hear it
loud and clear, your own house of
the self shall fall into ruins,
when it now faces you and you too
have to stare at it, you accept it
with all courage, admit, and yet not
surrender, you are well equipped now
with the means to deal with it.
here comes the chain of compromises,
doing this and that, that pleases you
both: the truth is satisfied, and yet
in the most discreet way, you still
manage to be just live and be happy with
what is there, what is now, and what
soon will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem