What does a hopeful future look like?
Is it an idea,
just something pushing forward?
I look to the skies for answers
because my heart never had any.
What If I decided to challenge myself?
risk my life
everything
I hold onto
Is it foolish?
Do I really need to know
what it is like on the outside?
What If I never come back?
The dead never did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem