It came to me as a gift
it came to me as a curse
i thought i could handle it
i thought wrong
i tried to ready myself
prepare for the impact
but it just made it worse
i tried to tell myself i was fine
that i could fight the pain, the suffering,
the fear
i went to stand
but it just pushed me down
i tried to crawl away
but i couldn't move
frozen by fear
so i lay there
no longer caring what happens next
the rest is up to you
will you be my gift?
or just another curse?
so gift or curse
nothing could be worse
than wondering what it will be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked it. Enjoyed reading it. A great poem.