Backed into a corner
No where to turn
The only way out lies ahead
'Run the gauntlet' the voice whispers
Racked with convulsions
Hands shaking
Legs turn into water
Mental determination forces me forward
If change is to happen
I must run the gauntlet
Morbid fear forgotten
Iron-willed
Step by step
I wade through Hell
Hell hath no fury at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem