I woke up yesterday evening:
Thick haze flowing through my face,
I’ve seen in a distance a man, vaguely whispering…
I asked; Excuse me, can I help you? ... And he just vanished away…
Breaking up with someone doesn’t mean ending;
It’s actually a new beginning, a moment worth fighting.
Letting go of you seems hard to do; but situation lead me to finally close that chapter with you;
I need life, to heal and to love again;
So I took the chance, finding my way back.
I’m now back to reality, my nightmare’s aware of it;
My sacrifices are pushed aside; freedom is found at last,
I don’t want to remember, I just want to be free.
Appreciates life better this way;
Makes it the reason to move on easily…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem