I am all alone, abandoned in my time of need.
Set aside to wither, and my bloom starts to bleed.
Scared and shaking hiding from my own self,
I long ago put my courage on a forgotten shelf.
Lost in the cloud of denial, I wander alone,
I cry tears from thoughts I do not atone.
There is a pain in my heart that tears at me,
It is ripped and torn, like a harvested tree.
The life I thought I had is no more; it has descended to hell,
If there is a future for this empty soul of mine, I cannot tell.
Washed out, thrown to wolves, I need desperately to gather my wit.
I need to stand up and look into the world, and commit.
Damn to you all, to you who have no faith in me,
Damn to you all, I will not fall, I will not be your debris.
I shall take my courage down off that forgotten shelf
And I will love life, and the world, and myself.
Damn you all, that do not have faith in me, damn you all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem