Everything starts with a good-bye.
The pain,
The shame,
The wish to cry.
Feels like falling into a pit,
But like a bird we must open our wings,
Let go of any strings,
And fly.
And if we fail, so what?
We shall hold our head high.
We did not give up,
We did no accept to simply die.
Smiling when desiring to cry,
Someone else's life started...
With our last good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem