Writing…
not the beginning of verse,
but the end
Grabbing life by the throat,
the birth of a thought
—whose story begins
Captive together,
they walk word by word
toward the jury
Scars and accolades,
joy and strife
—in sentenced glory
(Ronald McDonald House: January,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem