when she was little she would dream
of a house not so quiet
and of a family not so broken
now she stares out at the waves
crashing along the shore
crashing against the rocks
and she remembers the
darkness of the shadow in
the doorway
she remembers the weight of the shadow
on her body and on her soul
she wonders now
if this next wave
crashing against the shore
crashing against the rocks
will deliver her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written with deep emo..............