In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,
A heart, burdened and broken, with sorrow entombed.
A soul, on the edge, teetering between day and night,
A tale of survival, emerging from the darkest plight.
Like a razor sliding across the tender heart's divide,
Every word, crafted carefully, touching wounds inside.
With trembling hands, pen drips ink, baring the pain,
In verses, a catharsis sought, amidst the pouring rain.
Oh, how the heart thrums, echoing anguish untold,
A symphony of anguish, a cry never to withhold,
But with each stroke of the pen, a flicker of light appears,
A beacon of hope, dispelling those haunting fears.
From the precipice of despair, the soul finds its way,
From the depths of darkness, a flicker begins to sway,
A survivor's tale, etched within each word's embrace,
The poem, a testament of resilience and grace.
For in each breath taken, a life reborn anew,
The scars speak of battles fought, but victory, too,
Beyond the pain, there lies a strength yet untold,
In the tapestry of survival, a story to unfold.
From the depths of despair, emerges the dawn,
In the words we share, the wounds begin to be drawn,
With every syllable, healing is gently sewn,
A testament to the spirit, when darkness is dethroned.
So let this poem be a reminder, a guiding light,
That surviving a suicide attempt is a valiant fight,
In the depths of pain, the human spirit can rise,
And from darkness to light, a phoenix shall surely prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem