All my fears gather in the woods of my mind
Tormenting me with my failures and whims
I'm torn down piece by piece like a wooden house
But I will prevail, I will resurface
My heart will triumph over my evil mind
Cleansing my faith in what I lost
I'll walk through that door and take my final stand
What I discover upon opening that door will forever be my greatest fear and love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem