I'm still crossing the playground, years later
Hoping for invisibility
Knowing the football
Already sails
The classroom breathes around me, heaving
Full of raised voices
Calling to each other
Until it's my turn
I know the long path, quick steps take me
Head bowed, face
Empty and blank
Safe in nothing
Mostly, I walk the long stairs to the top
Reaching the place
Where every day
I die a little death
Every moment burned forever,
Engraved by fire
In a piece of me
That won't die
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I would like to translate this poem
Ignoring what is in your face constantly was obviously impossible. I see scars inherited from cowards. Smile even though your heart is aching and keep holding that pen that often lightens the pain. Thank You Amanda