Covering eyelets of evening, shading corresponding
lights, rotating and pivoting with changing high-
lights of remembering.
Nothing stands in the way, barriers fold in upon
themselves, exposing the vulnerability of childhood.
Frightened, scared to silence, unable to voice
nightmares continuing through the years.
Unable to infiltrate images into consciousness,
years later, they continue to haunt and hamper
life and it cannot be lived normally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem