Looking for things to see inside, searching corners hidden from
sight, hoping to find something recognizable and filled with
worth.
Hampered by the past, groping in darkness and unfamiliar ways,
praying for life to stop for a moment just to catch my breath.
Everything continues without hesitation except my mind as I
gingerly hang over the ledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem