Letting go and holding on are bold affirmers…
Spent hours, days, months and years on painful things,
and stuck in situations …then one day in spring
all things sprung up green, high above gleaned floating, roaring
dark clouds, flashing lightning striking, busting right before my eyes…
then down poured seen, and unseen situations- -that
countless years I’d held tightly in my pit…
Tears and rain entrenched things deep into my ditch…I
Tried to pull them out but could not!
Exhausted! ! ! I kicked the stuff out of my way…
Then pulled myself up by the root and moved on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
move on.. this is life. Please read my poems and comment.