My life I did not choose,
My death I shall not make...
though it has crossed the darkest shadows of mind, time and again
My web has been weaved solely by my hand...
it knows each stitch by heart
Lies in my dreams I have come to believe as truth...
for I have told them as such...
And refuse to take back what life has not given me
I want to reach only what I see when I close my eyes...
And if that is deemed impossible,
Then death should take me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem