Pain resides in this heart of mine,
Your pain, my pain, the world’s pain.
I carry it all.
Years have passed.
I control, I worry, I toil.
I am weary.
I have allowed so much,
Fallen victim
To my own faults.
Change is growth.
Growth is pain.
Ache no more.
Life begins again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful...sad and desperate at the beginning, but this ends with hope, and that is a powerful message.