As the journey took its course,
I felt free with carefree spirit.
Escaping my thoughts, pain, hurt and anger,
Escaping my unrealised dreams and hopes,
Escaping my life.
My chest was heavy,
A knot clung to my heart,
Like leeches to a wet skin.
I wondered if everything had journeyed along with me?
Or if it was just the wind in my face?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem