| Amanush... wrote: |
When hope wakes up within me,
I can find myself dreaming
of the flight of my soul.
When I feel anxiety in my heart
for that painful slavery
that brings tears and desire to love again,
I look for you in the darkness of my mind
and I recall the sound of your voice.
When I feel that time has not yet
won its battle against me…
I roll all my thoughts into a ball
as if they were made of paper
and I abandon these words to wander
in a space where your sight is absent.
I would like to forget my dreams and sighs
and drown in this sea of useless hopes,
I would like to fill my mouth
with dust and earth…
I would like to thrust my fingernails
into this accursed silence
and lacerate it to pieces.
I am giving birth to these feelings
to denude my heart of a coldness
that I have deep inside me…
and to allow that a poisonous sleep
insinuates itself under my eyelids…!
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Amanush, your poem was very beautiful ... though at the same time your words expressed very painful thoughts and feelings.

I suppose you have had a deep relationship with deep emotions within. I know this kind of art activity, poetry, is very helpful. I belive you've already been able to change the power of your deep feelings into the stregth of your artistic expressions. Words have the power for healing. The things that once were painful, may become eventually strength of your concious mind.
