Today was just another day
in which I ate and drank and worried
(as opposed to some Holy words I once read) :
I also prepared for lasting til tomorrow;
today I talked myself out of suicide
while holding a knife to my throat;
today was just another day;
my survival was accomplished
either corage or cowardice was evident
only to me then,
and now to whomever took time
to walk into my soul unnanounced
by reading these words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem