The river coming up to suffocate me.
The smoke filling up my lungs to drown me.
And then a breath of new air.
Not untainted,
But full of life.
And a hand,
Reaching out to grab mine,
If only I am strong enough to grasp it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it. Short and to the point, yet powerful. I have been in the river.