I've been to hell and back,
You see.
To where I stand today.
I would've surely failed,
I know.
He's the reason I'm okay.
He helped me get back on my feet.
He helped me face my fears.
With a touch, one look,
One kind, sweet word
Whispered in my ears.
I am not cured, not healed, not free,
Some harsh pain still remains.
But when he's near me,
Power surges
Through my body and my veins.
I did take on that hellish beast,
Slayed it right away.
I've been to hell and back,
You see.
But I think I'll be okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great rise of the inner self which needed only a prod to come back to the surface.. what a lovely piece to show that it takes special people to bring us back.. and they will be there.. lovely read