Here’s another old poem.
Solitude brings hope.
Loneliness condemned me,
I’m feeling like a child
who is looking for honey
and requires protection.
Helpless, she walks through a rose garden
exposed to aromas and thorns
and she watches in the distance
a dream and a fortress.
Uncertainty and danger or safety and routine.
No one has said that existence is easy.
It is facing decisions, taking on challenges,
and dare to cross the line despite fear.
Sitting by the side of the road,
loneliness condemns me
to keep on looking in the distance,
longing for dreams and fortresses.