I live in between,
Hope,
And fear,
Of hope.
A spark,
A warmth,
Beckoning,
Inviting me in.
But entry is not free.
The price is my heart.
The sign on the door says:
This might hurt.
So here I still stand,
In front of hope's door,
Heart in my hand,
Terrified.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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