It glows in the dark
Holds me O so tightly in its heart
When I call, it grasps for my hand
When I fall, it helps me to stand
My eyes are drawn to its sparkly glow
I move closer and closer never to look back
Determined to gain what’s lost in the past
When dead inside, it helps you to win the fight
When dead inside, it helps you by showing you the light
I have found hope and the ending to this hell
I have found my destiny, removing what was left of the internal spell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...enjoyed it very much...thank you...fI