My Heart - a Pounding Piece of Flesh - My Blood is boiling hot It makes small Punctures in my Veins It drips - so I shall not And through these Punctures - I escape - My Soul a Refugee - It breaks its Way out of my Grip - It runs away from Me Now I am empty - I am dry - At last - My soul is free - Free from the Boundaries of My Life - To be what it may be - 27/3/98

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - For more than twenty years And every time I had it aimed A Being interfered You cannot do it now - It said - You are not ready yet To conquer those Forsaken Lands - To seize them by yourself And every time that Being spoke The further I withdrew Until - eventually - I stopped To try and see it through But then one day - I let it drop And on the Ground it fell And fired - thus condemning Me To My Eternal Hell. April 98

When I was but a child My spirit leaped in joy. I was abrupt and wild As every girl and boy. But as I grew I found My soul had to be taught. My freedom then I bound, My liveliness forgot, My fancies I detained, My passions I denied, My images restrained, My thoughts and words confined, My spirit I have tamed To fit into your world, And now my soul is maimed, And now my soul is old. 12/7/99

For my poetry in Hebrew, go to my page at Bama Hadasha.

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