There is a monster inside of me.
It threatens to overcome my soul -
To erase my existance from this world.
But I fight it.
I close my eyes and become consumed-
Consumed in the darkness this monster creates,
Encompassed by its torment
But I can beat it.
Through this war,
Past the turmoil,
There is light.
I can destroy it.
The light so faintly shining though,
But never completely gone.
Can you see it?
I will not faulter.
There is a monster inside of me, and
Though it may be hard to beat,
It is not immortal.
I will win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem