Tension mounting, building up inside, forming
mountains of fear.
Trying to push aside all thoughts and walk over
or around them, become tired, worn out, having
lost a lot of energy.
Breaking through the long and empty spells with
fortitude and sheer stubbornity, falling at last
upon a pile of rocks, having conquered all and
climbed to the top.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem