Sometimes I think and feel consumed by every thought in my head then nothing at all.
I stare blankly at the ceiling and try to not have a single thought but at last I do fall.
Short of pretending I know nothing or feel anything in this broken heart of mine.
It still beats now, focus breathe, maybe one day it won't hurt to recall and I would be fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Past pains should left where they belong, in the past and only focus on what makes you happy presently. You went through that hard, you pulled through that shows how strong you are, even if you crawled through it, it doesn't matter what matters is that you didn't succumb to it, but you conquered it. Be strong coz God gave you that strength and for that be grateful to Him and live on. Siya_! !