Wounded deeply, afraid to look about, bleeding profusely
within, healing unable to come about right now.
Listening to echoes and whispers of the future, taunting
and teasing my heart to come and beat circumstances that
have torn me apart.
Looking timidly, wondering how to do it, mind now working
towards the possibility of continuing in life without
giving up.
Seeing strength rise within me, life fighting it's relent-
less battle, moving forward, bleeding has now stopped and
healing has begun.
Standing in the light now, feeling the release of wounds
as I step freely into my own mind, safe and sound at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem