I spent so long in the dark,
Both voluntary and not,
I became accustomed to it.
The dark was what I saw and sought-
For I had seen no other way long since.
Yet the light had been there for me
Always, the light was there.
Sometimes by candlelight, other sunlight-
What seemed gone was only overlooked.
And now, it illuminates the future,
What dark has come is gone.
The past is gone.
So I light up my future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
light up one's own future is primary responsibility, thanks.