Silently quiet, sitting in years of sorrow and grief, having
nothing inside to hold onto, yet somehow, still being here.
Strength interiorly keeping whole, faith of candlelight
sending hopes and prayers into heaven above.
Resigned to a fate, living on it's edges, knowing that every-
thing will be held together somehow through this night.
Crying and believing, living yet a little longer, just to
give time to learn how to cope when the time comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem