I never thought I could or if I ever would
Recover from an old and painful wound.
It nested in my heart corrupting soul and mind;
Dark shadows cast over to keep me blind.
A crestfallen hermit among the people,
Tired of the endless fight against the evil,
Betrayed, abandoned and besieged
I looked for refuge that was never reached.
Salvation came when hope was lost.
When winter settled as my only host,
A beam of light from a higher dimension
Melted the ice with its zealous affection.
Still shaken by the belated release,
In disbelief it's not another fatal tease,
My jaded spirit escaped from seclusion
Forsaking the crumbled mind delusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem