The Struggle Is Part Of My Life
The struggle is part of my life
As well as my desire to love and be loved
My poetry is the reflection of my soul
I am too shy to exist
And I might be obsessed with passionate love
My feelings are always intense
Like a deep crimson rose garden
Flowers could be one of my obsessions
My ardent desire pierces my soul
Shattering it into pieces
I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
I never stop to wonder about life
Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
I have infinite love inside my heart
Passions overwhelm my mind
Sighs and tears would return every night
Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
Esther Racah
