Silencing effects that grief has on us, trying to find our
way through it's hurtful process without any directions.
Losing our faith, becoming angry with God and losing hope,
continuing anyway, trying to find a new pathway back to
some semblance of life, knowing it will never be like it
was before.
Somber thoughts sit upon our minds much more often than
when we were younger, leaving our dreams and aspirations
behind sorrowful glances of memories.
No more wanting to move forward unless we are forced to
out of necessity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem