Somewhere, deep inside of me, are all the scars you cannot see.
These wounds run deep though sight unseen; Loved ones lost for whom I keen.
I'm a survivor, it's been said. I've outlived parents, Lovers and friends.
I've grieved, despaired, all to no end- for-with each loss it begins again.
The price of letting myself feel?
These unseen scars that never heal.
I ‘m tossed upon an unseen storm, like a mariner on the deep,
Roiled in the trough between the waves;
I wake with a start feeling wane and weak.
I bear my unseen scars with pride and will until my turn to fall
For he who never bore such scars is he who never loved at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem