Following the path she had believed to be correct
manipulated into its beauty, it seemed to be perfect..
but along the way acid rain began to pour
deteriorating everything she had known
she grew tired and sore;
gathering her faith, she tried to restore
the broken pieces of herself, prepared for what was in store.
The sky seemed to brighten
as the rain began to clear,
but harvesting her pain
she remained broken on the inside;
broken and scared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem