Walking through a sunflower field.
Finally let down my shield.
The tears, the pain, the hurt…let go…
Tightly fisted, wrenched up pain,
Nothing for me to keep or gain.
Loosened my grip, let it go,
Hard at first, it was slow…
Watched it go…
Balloons, blue, like my life,
My mood, my heart…so full of strife.
Stabbed in the chest, ripping me like a knife.
I pulled it out,
Let out a shout…
Stuck it in the balloon and let it go…
So slow…it did flow…
Such woe…I did throw…I now know…
It is far away,
It did stray, to allay…
My fear, my dear…
It is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem