And with fears to disgard...
As they cross a bridge,
With a rounding felt in their hearts...
Can say that a burning of it once crossed,
Had for them a benefit and not a loss.
And yet others perceiving this act done to do,
Are not the ones who had faced to go through...
A healing of wounds with a doing to mend,
To accept without regret...
The steps they had to take for a pain to end.
Never repeating the agony again.
To leave others behind whining about a process,
That has left them limited...
Not to experience a progress.
Although abundant in innuendos and gossip expressed,
They keep to themselves.
With beliefs kept possessed...
Someone who has left them to grow has wishes to return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem