TO A FRIEND (SOUL IN CELL)
You cross the threshold
And enter my cell
I don’t have arms
I din’t have legs
They took it away
They cut it off
You say I have
You move it
I say but : no
They froze my heart
My reason entagled
Snadched my will
Of my strenght deprived
You say: you have but
Into their snare
Already look
Wings are groving you
You’ll fly to land
Who at all isn’t fault
I’m asking: how to break
The shackles, the walls
Yoy say: it don’t exist
There only wounds
You cut yourself
Slouched over from guilt
You see a halo abowe me
As gift for me from suffering
In it’s brightess you are following
My innermost dreams
You discard trown stone for me
You beg: to stretch arms and legs
Cross quickly your thresholds
Run to the meadows
Light and confident
And angry little
Look for fulfilment
Look for a goals
With me
Without me
Congratulations, my friend
Hug to the beauty of world
Grow
Not smell
Run and fly
Further and further
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children