<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">after Henri Michaux <br> <br> <br>Somehow it got into my room.<br>I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped.<br>It was nothing more than a frightened animal.<br>Since than I raised it up.<br>I kept it for myself, kept it in my room,<br>kept it for its own good.<br>I named the animal, My Life.<br>I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands.<br>I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep.<br>And the animal, in my love, my constant care,<br>grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks.<br>One day, quite recently,<br>I was running my hand over the animal's side<br>and I came to understand<br>that it could very easily kill me.<br>I realized, further, that it would kill me.<br>This is why it exists, why I raised it.<br>Since then I have not known what to do.<br>I stopped feeding it,<br>only to find that its growth<br>has nothing to do with food.<br>I stopped cleaning it<br>and found that it cleans itself.<br>I stopped singing it to sleep<br>and found that it falls asleep faster without my song.<br>I don't know what to do.<br>I no longer make My Life do tricks.<br>I leave the animal alone<br>and, for now, it leaves me alone, too.<br>I have nothing to say, nothing to do.<br>Between My Life and me,<br>a silence is coming.<br>Together, we will not get through this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joe+Wenderoth">Joe Wenderoth</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418486" data-title="My Life de Joe Wenderoth" data-description="after Henri Michaux Somehow it got into my room. I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped. It was nothing more than a frightened animal. Since than I raised it up. I kept it for myself, kept it in my room, kept it for its own good. I named ..."></div> </div> </div>

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