Split-level images racing before, out running and out-
jumping on the way to sanity.
Sacrificing life to remember the past, so there will be
hope for the tomorrows yet to come.
Facing events from long ago, just recently remembered
and brought forth.
Reliving horrors, having nightmares like in days of old.
Trying to see beyond the past, seeing instead, only the
images set inside.
In a way, daring to run, daring to be cleansed,
maybe, there will be no nightmares in the future.
Maybe, finally the memories, and images of childhood
may be laid to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem