Sometimes bitter
another time comforting
but it’s like a medicine
hard to swallow
heals
but not always
sometimes makes everything worse
and then you have to walk
holding onto spider thread
to not fall
into a void called life
One of the first translations of my poems I’d made. Somehow, the Polish version seems more… poetic? Deep? I love this piece, though – it comes deep from within my heart that was very, very dark at that time.
The poem is short – that’s what I specify in, I suppose.
Noches
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