A year ago, I was in a bubble.
Suspend by the grim winter.
Spinning around in a hub circle
Thinking about the dismal future
And all the troubles I had found.
In disguised, but mostly in demise.
Existence unrecognized at home.
When the warmer temperature rises.
Losing everything I thought I had
I tried to make my bed playing dead.
From sanity to being driven mad
Nightmares bouncing off my head
I saw the only way I could get up.
From regret to being totally upset
opportunities had given me a grip.
To start again with a plan to invest.
Appraisal analysis the fallen wedge.
The end was just a new beginning.
galvanized now with the trader's edge.
Losing was just another way of learning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem