Forgetting past memories that bring hurtful pain to mind,
not wanting to remember images from back then just now.
Giving self spaces, separating my mind from the memory of
it all.
A lasting solution to deal with what I don't want to deal
with at any given time in life.
Preparing and giving strength to an incessant livelihood
of inherent trepidation.
Holding steadfast in this back alley, taking strides to
keep a positive attitude and not get waylaid.
Moving forward, not looking to the left nor right, a forti-
tude of purpose that holds me together in spite of what
is happening in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem