I'm back from insanity.
I'm back to being sane.
What I'm wishing
is that it can remain.
I don't know
and I can't say
if what I'm feeling
can ever stay.
For in my body
there's a wound.
It's like a piano
that needs to be tuned.
It doesn't leave
an outward sign,
not a scar,
not a line
that anyone
can ever see
except for you
if you see me.
But I will try
to hide it well
so no one else
can ever tell.
I must pray every day
and make a vow
to keep my feelings
inside somehow.
Please God
make me strong.
Help me try
to get along
without him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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