When you split, I cut off my hands and sewed up my eyes to stop you pulling apart my insides.
I finally reached out and nothing was said, not a laugh, not a cry, instead silence to my broken head.
I felt pain from within and didn't know why then I realised I was dieing inside.
With two separate houses and no chance of clear sight, my sister was there to guide me through the pain and strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem