Heart’s prayer – by Juan M.S.

You’re not ready my heart

to desire what’s due to you,

you fumble among your belongings

with a twitch of discontent,

you’re not ready my heart

to bear the ignominies of love

without relenting in your way

without despairing loneliness,

you’re not ready my heart

and let it be your mea culpa,

whenever you’re betrayed

for expecting the unexpectable,

I’m not ready, I’m not ready,

let it be your daily prayer

in your pursuit of freedom

from your vain desires.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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