What raises me up to feel real again
Old memories old friends old times in a blend
Forgetting about those crushing blows
That eat at you and that you try not to show
For I have felt the strong heat of the furnace
That we knew well and tried not to burn us
And these faces that now catch you out
At those times when they force their way out and about
Did the knot in your stomach return to you then
Knowing it something you could not defend
And you wonder again in your head
What could raise you up happily instead.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes there is no do time than the one spend with friends and families. Yes at times we do fall into such trap from which coming out is just difficult and we wish to seek help to be happy once again.