Past the unplanned detour,
Past the danger,
The political interests,
The uncomfortability of the uphill rock road on stiletto heels.
Past the psychological games,
The oppression,
The abuse,
The fear,
I decided to break free.
And he was still there, waiting patiently for me,
Ever so tender-, and faithfully.
When too late, I'd believed I would be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, thanks, good writing.