Maybe it’s a harsh lesson,
that suffering and pain
brings meaning to life
and there is sometimes beauty in broken things,
a time that you find deeper appreciation
for that which you get with time, with effort
and even when sometimes you stand confused,
it feels as is wounding is cutting to your depths
there is a time when love comes matchless,
brings somebody as your own, somebody that astounds you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem