Neither the heartfelt words.
The proximity to the world,
Were the culprit to my writing,
The writing that was in attention,
To my feelings.
Submission was not a problem
For submitting my heart to a publisher,
Meant the world could,
Be witness to my real me.
Submission was a problem,
Because I could be rejected,
By a publisher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem