My pain walks with me
And with each step I feel it again-
I tell my consciousness to go elsewhere
Sometimes it does and can,
Sometimes I walk as if my pain is not with me
But then it comes again-
My pain is my enemy
And yet it is with me
And I do not know how to make it go away completely-
I used to love my walking so
But now I walk with pain
And that takes much of the pleasure away-
I wonder if it will be pain for the rest of my life
Or whether somehow something will get me out of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem