Reminder of horrible event gives me motivation to push harder to move on from the hurt. Fighting through a crowd of stones being thrown and ridicule, makes me strive even more to get to some peace. Conflicted by wounds from others will make me think of the day I will heal. All this going on but yet I'm still surviving. I don't know if it the loves I receive from my close ones or the dreams I have when I rest my head. All I know is to keep my head up to the sky and still strive to survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem