The Edge
The way I feel, strange...
As if sitting on the edge
of two opposite worlds.
Dying to one and yet
no reborn completely in the other;
nothing seems to have sense.
Nothing belongs anywhere,
so much inadequacy!
And such a loneliness!!!
Only the moment is friendly;
the movement of a flower opening,
the wet fragrance of the grass…
The world outside reflects my own dramas;
a wounded child, an accepted woman,
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