Poem by Natalia Govsha
I NEED IT…
I look back and turn
into a pillar of salt
from tears and a thirst
for sweet freedom.
Yesterday her wings
easily carried me
along my path.
But today is martyrdom –
she was treacherously
taken from my life.
They brazenly say,
“Who is strong – is right.”
I call… I call
at the limit of my strength –
someone, help, stop
the movement of thralldom.
It seems that the world
is hung in thought –
does it need tomorrow …
I need it… I need…
Through the thick walls
of crushing sorrow
my heart beats,
“I need it… I need”…
©Natalia Govsha
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 