Daar Waar Balans Me Gevonden Heeft (with English Translation) p1

_{In het laatste voorjaar was ik bezig als een bij
Vrolijk, vol leven en alle dagen zo blij
Want alles lijkt perfect te werken voor mij ...
Alles ...}

In Spring I was pretty busy as a bee ...
Full of life, bubbly and ever delightful
For everything ...
Yes, everything seems working perfectly for me

_{Maar dan gebeurt het ..
Mijn gezondheid was de weg kwijt
Het was verdwaald
Mijn balans was weg ...}

However .. as shit happens ..
I started groping for what seems lost ... balance
My health somehow faded
It slowly retrogressed ...

_{Alles wat ik wilde was slapen
En ik wilde het niet zo maar laten
Dus ik vechtte ... om alles zoals vroeger
Terug te kunnen hebben ..}

All that I wanted to do was just sleep...
though, this frustratingly I refuse to accept
So I struggled ... and fought against the strong urge to just sleep ...
Just to have it like as it was ..

_{Maar mijn geest deed gewoon niet mee
En het werd frustrerend ..
Vermoeiend ...
Ik werd hopeloos en bijna alle dagen triest}

My spirit just won't cooperate ...
The more frustrating it got ...
weary .. hopeless was how I felt
gray was the color of most of my days ...

_{Daar .. waar bijen op een korenbloem rustig slapen
En grassen blauwe bloemen hebben
Waar de meest verlegen bloem opvalt
Die .. die door de meeste mensen onkruid genoemd worden ..}

There .. where bees quietly rest on cornflowers
and grasses bear blue flowers
where the most modest of them flowers get noticed
That .. which most people call weed ..

_{Daar .. waar de paarse kever zijn pad naar zijn huis probeert terug te vinden
Die de wielen van de fietsen proberen te ontwijken
Om veilig naar zijn gezin thuis te kunnen komen
En morgen weer verder te kunnen kruipen}

There ... where the purplish bettle tries to find his way back home
where it crawls away from the fury of the spinning bike wheels
to finally get home safe to where he belongs
and to be able to further creep in the morrow ...

_{Daar ... waar mugen een gele buik hebben
Waar je de schapen kunt aaien
Lijkt voor mij als medicijn te werken
Waar ik alle zorgen even kan vergeten}

There ... where mosquitoes boast of their yellow bellies
where you could caress them sheep ..
and all of this works like therapy for me soul
There ... where I am allowed to be oblivious of all my worries
even for just a while ..

.... an excerpt of a poem I wrote in Dutch when I was in emo mode ... to be continued ...

_{This content's 100% mine , I took the pics with my Samsung Galaxy A3, 2016 . I asked my husband to help me with spelling and grammar correction}

edit : typo / html

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