Crossing oceans of sorrow, holding onto memories that have
caused them, not wanting to let go, because in fact, they
are bittersweet to this forsaken little heart of a mere
poet.
Tearing apart the delicate fabric of my being, yet somehow
still finding a way to continue to have faith and strength
to carry on in the face of all these odds.
Crying within, smiling outwardly, carrying the unsettled
peace that's left throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem