If I ever got a chance to say,
I would not be done in a day.
More than a thousand words to describe,
Even that cannot tell what’s wrong with my life.
I am like a loaded vessel out in the sea.
There are many others but none like me.
Mine’s rusted, creaking and leaking tears.
It’s carrying all the pain of many years.
I could start to say some words.
It would tell you the story of hidden hurts.
Sadly a thousand words would never be enough,
Because they can never tell you why the sea is rough.
I am like a loaded vessel nearing its end.
I’m never to see or think of a promising land.
I cannot help nor take away the pain.
A loaded vessel has nothing to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem