Right now I’m thinking
Where is the truth?
In many years of pain?
In many ways of struggling?
Or is it for us to decide?
I know that sometimes
It is for me to say
That I’m happy
That I am not in trouble
For being likely to survive
It’s not the end of life in question
It is all about my paths and ways
To be sincere and honest
With someone who is near
You make your three square meters
Where love is to enjoy.
poetry for self-relief 