Caverns of despair hold us empty and without hope of
ever breathing air of happiness again.
Wallowing along pathways of past remorse, we attempt
to overcome it all at once, overwhelming ourselves
with deceitful thoughts and unenergetic realizations.
Stepping a stone at a time, we eventually will climb
our mountains and attain peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem