Mysolitude

MY SOLITUDE

Re-encountering with my loneliness
I felt confused.
No escape, this was inevitable.
So sure of itself
i felt the impulse
to re-encounter,
and crawl in her arms.

She was my friend whom I thought to
abandon.
The memories and the evidence
of my past,
in the moment when
all turned against me.
I remember!... at all times
she was by my side.

And till this day she stands
firm to my every encounter.
At nights without seeking her
I suffer and feel her!....

I am a prisoner of her joy,
eventhough, she is so cold.
She is so sincere,
in the moments i feel inspired,
she is the owner of my poetry!....

Thats why I write; Thats why I live.
Her company
does not bother me or discontent me.
On the contrary she fills my soul
each night when sadness
takes over me.

She is my owner. She is my guide.
She is my protection. She is my song.
She is who calms my cries.
She is torment, but poetry.

She is the reason for my suffering
and the relief of my discontent.
She is my all.
She is so faithful- ....My Solitude!

Spanish by JAntonio Rueda
Trad. by Janie Diaz