An innocent walked in the woods;
never heard the calls
or knew
of any fearful search.
But a father's seething fury
met her that day;
lashed out in a way
she had never before known.
Its pain
stung through decades;
the fear of unrestrained anger
warped the young seed
Welts beaten into flesh
eventually do heal,
but the scars remain
a lifetime in the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem