Wounded, I reached out to you.
You held me, and comforted my soul.
I felt safe for the first time in a long time.
In your arms I knew my life would get better.
And it did.
Wounded, you reached out to me.
I held you, and tried to comfort your soul.
It broke my heart to see you so depressed.
Holding you I prayed your life would get better.
I hope it did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem