Conquering feelings of sorrow as it weeps within me,
stranding me in a lonely walkway with nowhere to turn.
Then visions enter the picture and I am transformed
through writing as it takes away the pain of sorrow
while I watch it dissipate right in front of me.
Wondering how it has happened, knowing later I'll
figure it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain of sorrow is here and it is the stepping stone of success, I think.