As I put my hand to the pen
And put the pen to paper
I hesitate
Will I be able to write again
Or will I fail
But when I start to write after so many months
My hand doesn't stop
Out flows this poem
This poem that proves myself
This poem that flows out of me like never before
After a summer of drama
And the beginning of a new school
I finally feel free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece. sometimes when our head is loaded with great thoughts and inspiration, our hand shall be prepared to get tired of writing. ;)