Amidst great gusts of wind
I stood, captive,
in the clutches of darkness,
as every form of torment
joined forces,
flinging me into a tempestuous
state of uncertainty.
How must a single drop of water
stop a raging fire?
How must a single brick
build the road towards peace?
How can one stand against many;
however truthful one may be?
Storms surged on until one
thought made the moment freeze:
all those countless stars in the night
cannot match the solitary sun’s warm glow,
all the darkness there may be
is vanquished by a single flicker of light,
all the silence suffocating the room
can be shattered by a sole sound.
A single voice,
a single blow,
a single ray of light.
One is enough.
Knowing full well it won’t last-
a single sword cannot win the war,
and a single voice cannot fight the screams,
I see a single, relentless ray of hope,
powerful enough to keep me going.
For this sole moment at least,
all the certainty I need,
is the fact that I found
solace in solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great read. Beautiful expression.