Without hell, there's no heaven.
Yes, there is darkness to be made light again.
Anyone who has not suffered from low self-esteem
or depression will know it's an endless fight back
to good health; black clouds flock like vultures-
for the bread of our souls.
And the flesh of our hearts.
To peck out the seed of our visionary eyes.
But we wheeled an axe made of our reasoning.
An axe cutting through our fortitude.
It's our own minds' insight that threads the pieces together.
Back together like a steel cable car bridge-
reaching across the dark expanse of despair.
This is when we begin to know ourselves again.
All our hopes and fulfilment and who we are?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem