sauntering along when suddenly she started to
drown in fear,
struggling with tides and caught unaware
and breathing, in short supply
being dragged down wards
her world, became scary again
tears mingling with scratchy guilt
and an itching skin that wont calm down
waterfalls rippling over a tensed up body
wishing she was sauntering along again
waves of relief short lived
when it happens all over again
the walls crumble slowly down
the progress made temporarily gone
and the confidence ran away the spoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely well-thought poem. i like it very much.