I try to let go of how I feel.
I try to forget the way my heart ways heavy.
But again I find my self in this chair,
writing about how I feel,
so when I let go,
I never forget.
Because even if they are full a pain,
every memory,
and every word.
They mean so much and create who I am.
Who I will become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem