TRAPPED INSIDE THEIR HEARTS ————————–
Trapped indide their hearts
They don’t know
That they can’t love
They are like immature pods
Like cones still on the branches
Like flowers still in the buds
Cherished by fate with hope
Listen to stories of flying birds
Caresses the touch of the wind
Watching yourself in of rain , fog drops
Themselves learn to know
Trapped inside their hearts
They don’t know
They can’t love
Without ensuring frequent
That they are loved
Do not believe themselves
Even they want to die
*****
He was standing on the bridge
Over the river of Existence
The river of Evil and Good
He, thoughtful, lonely, young
Trapped in his heart, his soul
He walked from shore to shore
Again than once more
On once shore Search of Truth
On other shore of Fiction
Where to live he did’n know
The bridge was almost his home
Calmed him down of the river sounds
The current of river of Evil and Good
Once full of vortices, calm now
The current river of Existence
He saw a girl downstairs
Along the river bank
On of Truth the side
Starring at river she there sat
Like him lonely, she softly sang
Off the bridge he soon got
Didn’t dare too close to get
He had seen her in other place
He felt that fate had tied
Between them a thread
In her footsteps he to walk began
Of her voice, feet and charm
Her fascinating friends reached out
Like her, alienated, rebellious
With her and them he used to be
On both sides of the river bridge
Like them as searching observer
When on the bridge once he was
Abducted him a lady great, old
Lady of wisdom, vealth, fame
Her lover to be him she made
No longer he was so small,so weak
He wanted to show himself a girl
Came together with lady and team
Where girl like dance to place
Charmed, enchanted her dance
Didn’t look into each others faces
Again already they never meet
Together In Fiction land lived
Of lady cold whims he endured
He didn’t go again to the bridge
He folloved career path by she set
He still trapped love in his heart
He found for girl a bad worth
Once he came to the bridge
When he was old, with his kids
Considered he can love,he wise
But it was his mistake, his dream
*****
A bridge, a river, its two shores
Young friend, youhave a choice
Free love from your heart
To someone love to offer
From the bridge call, give your hand
Dwel together in the of Truth land
You will work, learn,dance, create
Sometimes will visit land Fiction
As warning, for inspiration
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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