Leaving is such a harsh term. What is leaving?
You define leaving as going and coming back
I see leaving as going and grieving and not returning
You leave and expect someone waiting for you when you get back
I walk down this long path hoping for a light.
The light is like my hope getting dimmer and dimmer
Until its completely gone, And I lose sight
I lose all hope in life and then the light is gone.
People tell me I am needed.
Where am I needed? What is my purpose? When all I do is fall?
You pleaded for me to stay.
To rise up from my fall nice and tall.
I see no reason to stand up.
I see no purpose to keep going.
What is worth getting up if I'm just going to fall back down... how will I get up?
I can barley keep going from the first time I fall... What am I doing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem