I have walked along bitter
paths and held on to pain.
I once thought that my life was
of my own making.
That was before I found the life
that I have today.
A cold collision was in my way.
Playtime.... I attempted to leave my home.
I stayed for the fear
and went out for more strife.
Copyright 12-18-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a great soul and your poetry shows it. H