Looking out the windows of my mind at what has transpired
in my life, seeing things for what they are in reality,
no illusions able to get past what I know deeply inside.
Interiorly wanting to be told what to do, in reality not
allowing anyone to do it and take my freedom away, listen-
ing to my heart, opening my mind, freeing my soul in time.
Knowing that if I found just one person who cared about
me they would hold the key to my heart forever, interiorly
knowing that's just a fantasy.
In my heart I know that I would never give away the key
of my being to anyone in this life, I will always be the
quiet rebel, wild and free, never to be tamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, RoseAnn, I could very well have written something very similar. Magnificent!