Believing that an escape,
Eliminates what has chased...
For decades,
To now be ignored to stay,
Left behind where one thinks...
Will remain that way.
To leave one to live a life re-invigorated,
Fresh and rejuvenated.
As if the past has been from one's mind erased.
Is as foolish as choosing to have amnesia.
Even though there are many,
Who do have selective memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem