I am the poem

I am the poem never born
I am the letter someone’s torn

a path that no one walks along
a melody without a song.

I am a prayer that’s heard by none
I am a childless woman’s son

a string no hand has drawn up tight,
a fire that will not ignite

Leave me! Release me! Let me flee
from soul and body, rock and tree!

But nothing answers when i plead.
I am those things that don’t succeed.

Inger Hagerup

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