Life is filled with pain, some of it caused by others and
some of it coming from within ourselves.
Wondering why we do this when life is already so difficult
to live on a daily basis.
Our minds at times conjuring up our own limitations, and
placing blame upon us, not knowing what to do with it,
feeling inferior at times and losing our ways.
In the end, we continue anyway, trying to pull ourselves
out of the mires we have fallen into.
Helping or reaching out to others often is the cure we
need to heal our own pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem