One horrid door,
One old chair,
There she sits, her worst nightmare,
Stuck in the past, can’t let go,
She’s unaware as the fires burn her soul.
One step away, such an adrenaline rush,
Takes the step fresh air fills her lungs.
She is finally free for a moment at last!
Now she never has to be afraid of her past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem