Life
Is like the dark woods
I wonder through.
Filled with shadows
And potential possibilities.
It can be either angry,
As i am an intruder,
And sent its sinful wolves after me.
Or it will just let me wonder
Lost in decisions.
But as life this wood is big
And i have far to go
Before i see the clouds
With their silver linings
Some people
Are born with a compass.
I am not one of them.
It is one of those
things you can not borrow.
maybe someday the sky will clear
no more dark dark giants
with their black branches,
that hide the sky from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderfully written.