Rising in a morning sun, lifting eyes to heaven,
hoping to catch sight of God or His angels.
Listening with a heavy heart, tears forming,
taking me floating down a river flowing to earth
from heaven above.
Shivering inside, trying to not let it take over,
trying to relax and be calm.
Yet my body won't listen to my voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anyone who suffers from anxiety can relate to this - well expressed.