I've been there and back, now and then.
But I'm here in the shadow now.
Pacing back and fourth until I
finish my quest for time.
I'm almost there pulling the
nails out of my veins but walking
with thorns in my feet.
Which constantly tries to exhaust me.
Almost close to destiny looking at the sun,
but finally at last.
Laying upon the beachy black sands
celebrating my life in awe!
Constantly fighting for freedom
but the mirror image tells me so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem