What grace has left me, I cannot fathom to express; it is my curse, blessing and indubitably a pedestal. From atop this crest I see people wandering aimlessly not knowing how full and wide the world is without barriers, and I see myself, too-
Trapped within the confines of my narrow perch, with the world as my view, and no way to attain flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem