THE HARM ( I ) ————–
When a stone sinks into your heart
Badly hurts, grown deep into it
And when tears don’t soothe
And the steps lead nowhere…
Because harm is like a stone
That fell from somewhere
Thrown at you be man, by fate
Sometimes like a stone
It pushes you out of your way
Into unfathomable abyss of perdition
The abyss of degradation
The killing of hope, the loss of identity
Crushes you, almost kills you
Sometimes harm isl like a pebble
Shot from someone malicious slingshot
Accurate and strong
Into your least protected corner of soul
Forgotten by God your Achilles’heel
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When you incificted your harm for the unjustly
Brutally or in a sophisticated manner deceitfully
Then you strongly oppose
By fighting even threatening death
And may just God prevail you help
When you don’t have no chanse to win
So were prisoned, tortured, convicted
May to paradise lead you the angels
And shine let you in sky a star
A star about you of remberance
Which will be a latern for wronged
And for those do not want to harm
But if you sense your har to you is due
Like a necessary a stone, a blow, a shot
Like a signal your life to change
Embark on journey in search of the balm
That will heal your wounds of heart
That will restore your sight
That clears your mind
Very your soul will free
For sure this balm you will find
When your river oftears you swim
Amulti-headed dragon you defeat
Of your mistakes,omission, faults
When you get out of your abyss
Of selfshines,untamed desires
Full of mud addiction to habits
Your abyss of bad consistence
This abyss you will over come
By climbing the rope
The rope intertwined with your good deed
Reparation of wrongs, with penance for sins
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When you climb rope outside
You will at ease and free
You to the horizon will see
Many paths, roads, ruts and tracks
Them you will be able to walk
Towards to happiness will lead they all
And when you’re wandering there
Look carefully around
Where farmlands and flourish meadow
And in distance small settlements
There live people who are without guilt
They good have learned not to hurt
Maybe someone thence you will call
And will invite you with him stay
For a short or a longer time
And maybe even together
You’ll be with someone forever
On the doors of houses
Among cereals and flowers
And in the singing of birds
And in the noice of wind
Unknown speech record you’ll find
Where an alphabet all words
Quite free of harm and evil sound
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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