Hiding behind curtains of pain, studying effects
it has on our beings.
Nothing to be done to sooth it entirely so we do
what we can, using remedies of modern medicine.
Hoping to escape it, meanwhile, sitting tight and
just getting lost in thought for the time being.
Eventually getting the relief we so desperately
need interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem