You throw your words,
expecting me to fall.
You throw your knives,
but I walk on.
You fight,
ignite,
and hurt me sore,
but I walk on.
You burn down,
everything
that we have found,
but I walk on.
You rally my fears,
my enemies,
for the torment of me,
but I walk on.
You can try to stop me,
but you'll die trying.
No matter what,
I won't stop walking on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite inspiring and very well written. The sort of poem one's bound to treasure and read again in difficult times.