Parading through an existence of poverty and
unhappiness, filling it with whatever we can
to enliven our spirits and become ourselves.
Distancing all hurt and grief for periods of
time, as thinking back and forth we are
traded daily by ourselves.
Unraveling our mysteries and silencing the
screaming, penetrating our phantom nightmares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem