You're cradling your problems to sleep
They have been staring at you for weeks now
Shrieking and sometimes laughing
Asking you to fix them
But you can't,
You don't know how to
You don't even know how to fix your lips into a smile of late
The only thing you've mastered is bawling, day and night
Once you've held hands tightly with hope
The grip so tight it hurt
Though it has loosened,
It's something you refuse to let go of
You believe in God and restoration
You believe in lifeboats and in pillars
That God will help you up
Won't let you be the heap
Forgotten in past
And He won't
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem