sábado, 8 de outubro de 2016

Poema 133

I usually undress in my own clothes 
By letting people know my history 
I'm not worried that I may be exposed 
Because I found relief in sharing memories 
I hardly discovered that I'm not any of the traumas 
I know now I'm bigger than the pain 
And even though sometimes I fell in a coma 
I'm aware of the essence that still remains 
It's not a problem to walk with fear 
It's terrible not to walk at all 
I know I've been stumbling through the years 
But at least my feet have always touched the ground 

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