Encountering a renowned writer’s
Or professional artist’s description
Of still struggling with the haunting past
And the daily monotony,
I drown in a wave that condenses
Decades worth of suffering.
Hardly having begun this journey,
I have learned
That in order to defy the torments,
To live the creative life,
And to become true to oneself
Is not a finite rebellion
Nor an act of sheer force.
Instead, I continue to realize
New ways of seeing the chains,
To love the cycle
Of expression and transformation,
To add some bracelets to my weary arm,
And keep dancing into the night.