Mystery Poem by Dorota Szumilas
Mystery
My life
is silence
Does it have to be?
Perhaps not
but it is
I tear out my heart and my soul
I don't want to enclose them
in silence
but I do
Is my life
some kind of
suffering?
I don't think
it is
So what is it?
It's one
deep
mystery
that I would like
to solve
and throw away
everything that was
including memories
of what was
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)
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