What do you see,
When you look at me?
Do you see anything peculiar?
Something like a moon amongst clouds?
Or Like a seedling struggling to sprout,
Almost succumbing to the weight of soil above it?
I feel every emotion flowing in me.
I need a hand to hold,
I dont want to be alone.
I am curving in.
But my heart is willing.
It is willing to press through the ceilling,
It is willing to go all the way,
Down the road of healing.
I cant explain.
Only a recovering addict would know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem