Lonely

By Nona G Muchtar

there is something I don’t realize previously
that do not need to find something to hold the tears
if one day we will find there’s no the end road
and I just need to keep the sadness in my chest behind

this day was wrapped a little tough of an old tree in front of the house
if one day we actually choose our own path to arrive
most can not be kept tears at the root
and my chest into the trunk
that even many times you try to slice, only the left thumb along the segment
You may choose to be whatever
whatever, everything
the tree will always grow
and the wind kept their leaves

November 10, 2011

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Nona G Muchtar. Known as the woman poet, from Palu - Sulawesi. Lives in Jakarta.