At times I lack the courage to scream, consumed by fear and doubt.
I treble, shake and cry, as my insides bleed out.
I find myself, clinging on.
Onto something more,
something bigger than I.
It might be nothing but a foolish dream
That Dreamers dream
Yet, I cling on.
As, I tremble, shake and cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem