My secret heart’s domain
Has been blown down,
Insecurities remain,
And they are all around;
They are crawling from within,
And distort my mind and vision,
Let it be just autumn spleen,
Not worth worry or provisions!
Being helpless, fretful, weak,
Unprotected and obscure,
Pretty and pathetic freak
With a lifetime to endure...
Yes, I can avoid the pain,
Hide in love or simple pleasures,
Or achieve some trifle fame,
With no subtlety or measure..
But I don’t want waste my breath,
And regret it in the future,
Let my strangeness be my wealth,
Inner poise and precious nurture..
Illustration is a portrait of Bob Marley in a collage by Sasha Bom
My Secret Heart s Domain
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2019
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