If I stopped writing.. Slavka Božović

 

 

If I stopped writing,
from the heart I would stumble
I would have a hard time breathing,
And I would wither like a petal.

And the sun would darken,
and the stars would extinguish the brightness,
Tane death would irradiate my soul,
Hinting at my end.

If I stopped writing,
lips would remain poor,
the thought would freeze,
and the birds in their chests would fall asleep.

I would become suspicious of God,
I would betray his faith,
if I stopped writing,
I would stay blind in my eyes.

I can't even stop if I wanted to,
some greater force, governs my spirit,
I dance on clouds and mysterious worlds,
The magic of words fascinated me.

Copyright © Slavka Božović
Montenegro