Despair layered on top of itself for years, a grief hidden behind laughter and a sweet disposition from childhood.
Reaching out, but never grasping her future with innate talent and gifts.
A mind rich in ideas with no way to let them out for fear of both failure and success.
A double-edged sword to her fragile being, holding her hostage within, without realizing that it's her self that's crushing her spirit and self-worth.
Wanting to hug or hold her, let her cry her heart out, I cannot, knowing she's afraid to touch or feel the pain of a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem