DON’T WANDER STILL TO NOWHERE _____________________________

You touch me from a distant space
Witch words like rose petals caresses
So gorgeous and disturbing
And so provocative
You arouse a poignant longing
Like an avalanche of blood and tears
And painfully intimate memories
You want us our love not to forget
So I’m looking for you anywhere
I find you only in a distant space
And always in myself
You feel like ghost of who used to be
Like a phantom cut off from the rest
And you are this magical rest yet
You only left the house late at night
And walked along sleepy side gardens
So that no one can see your horrible face
This face all from post-traumatics scars
Disfigured by cavities and by implants
And I see you already in the light of lamp
When I meet you there on my home way
I saw you sitting alon sad on the hill
As a ghost or solemnly dressed mourner
You looked at the of your palace ruins
A beautiful palace for generations built
When was a fortified castle with a tower
Then the cloisters ,columns were added
From the moat a beautiful pond was made
You wandered secretly trough scrubs
Searching for hidden here your treasure
You suddenly moved away at my sight
Sort of this treasure at all wasn’t yours
As if you blamed himself, was ashamed
Are these scrubs your guilt, punishment
Find treasure and joy of sharing with it
You who hide disability of your face
Find or make and wear a nice maske
Don’t wait of love but give it to others
You whose palace was destroyed
Don’t give up on your nice dreams
Find friendly place for a new palace
You who someone loves afar only
And he don’t let closer stubbornly
Now leave him already,again be free
Don’t wanderstidll to nowhere
Be free again, again feel free
Enjoy by growing your wings
Run, fly and breathe freely
Don’t hesitate, realise yourself
Walk the trail of your dreams
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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