It's this sinking feeling in my chest
that keeps me awake at night.
This feeling that won't go away.
My hope is fading
The small part of me that is still a kid.
Each time I have fallen down
I have dusted off the dirt and walked on.
I have tried to not look back
But in trying so hard
I have had to keep peaking behind myself
Always looking to see what it is I fell over.
That maybe I will see it coming
But then that's when I realize
That, that is the reason I fell in the first place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem