Fear has become
The weather in my soul;
Shocking like the breeze
That sets lose the cold.
Lost while am lost,
Without faith that makes young;
Even if I am wrong,
I must trust at all cost.
Tempted by the scars,
Yet the day is blessed;
Freedom will rest
Till the counting of all stars.
So this becomes my second thought
Should I return all I ever bought?
Humans are weak,
Can’t even raise their hope;
Blinded by what we seek,
We ignorantly cross the rope.
Quietly like sleep,
Life goes back to life;
Masked by the tears we weep,
Only light can end this strife.
All was much,
But now are few;
Signs are such-
In the dark they are new.
Surely, someday is that day
When fear would give us way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem..well written...Joseph