This poem is again translated by Mdm. Liu May Ling, Toronto. It’s a regret that we have never met, and our age are catching up fast
OURNEY INTO ANGER
non recognition by peers,
the invisibility hurts.
The small talk:
turning molehills into mountains;
his earth splits to bridge the gap,
landslides and storm to think ahead,
arousal and naming, fear and tears,
unmet expectation and suffocation.
The compressed ego battles back,
find energy and gain in anger,
build walls and defences,
to assert self – identity,
that awesome power,
need skills to measure,
withdraw or forward,
to rediscover right balances,
to close the gap between
love and be loved,
for reborn ego.