Let my emotions spill on this page.
My bleeding hands struggling to write these word of relief.
The relief that comes,
As the sun goes to sleep
Knowing you have lived another day,
Grateful for your life
Not taking things for granted.
Being thankful for those who care.
Then you think-
Why is a piece not fitting?
Pass your head onto the pillow-
Sleep.
Beautiful Relief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem