The Bending

 

The Bending

 

 

I am in fear of breaking by being struck.

I am in fear of cutting off by being pulled.

I am in fear of decreasing by being constricted.

 

I envy the spring

that hops higher and higher,

the more bends,

and the more flexes.

 

The loneliness!

that is bent in me.

 

Be full and full,

Overflow in me.

 

Now

Bow toward the outside,

and spring farther and higher!

 

 

 

 

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When the self within me was so strong that I could not surrender and I was suffering from the pain that followed, I wrote this poem. But now I think that I have a springy sense of flexibility and wisdom But this problem still remains unresolved to me. I always worry that I might have a springy wisdom. I want to be able to jump out of my way and out further.