Storm clouds passing through my mind,
filling it full of anger.
Lashing out against memories kept inside.
Love of Mom spraying a mist gently covering it.
Trying to put the fire of anger outside of a gentle mind.
Caressing love once known is difficult, is hurting,
bringing tears to myself alone.
Silently, I cry within,
even though people are all around outside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Putting the fire of anger outside. I like it.