Where is the answer?
I'd like to know.
Sometimes it's so hard,
I take another blow.
Straight to the heart,
straight to the head.
My body resists,
my brain goes dead.
My heart knows best.
But this,
it wounded me,
I searched for an answer,
and found a new identity.
I am new,
this is me.
I have changed,
my head has been freed.
My heart from the chains released.
My days are cleared,
from that particular stress.
I take a breath,
and have a rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. great stuff hailey! I really like it, the rhymes are hot! ! perhaps you could read one of mine 'here i am, this is me'. it's similar. N.N.