Slowly emerging as if from a dream of long ago,
wakefully transmitting it today.
Pictures forming, waving, haunting memories,
causing a restlessness inside.
Not able to touch or reason with it, forming a
barrier inside, keeping me from speaking with
anyone.
Regretfully saddened by the abyss which has
formed because of it.
Standing tall, stepping forward, claiming itself,
calling itself a fear of others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem