Sometimes, you feel the burdens,
Of fate's imperfect dealings.
Hold your breath when life opens,
That box of gloomy feelings.
But truth be told, you allude,
That your life is resilient.
Soon you'll find sweet solitude,
Life will glow like hot filament.
But until that day arrives,
Do not bury what's at hand.
Collapse; let fear leak from your eyes.
Strength does not always stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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