Life to live it.
Being aware and conscious.
Has lessons to learn.
And some to learn are painful.
Difficult to dismiss.
Or forget when and where,
They learned them taught.
Yet many will not admit,
The repeating of lessons...
They refuse the freedom,
Of them to get.
To claim too late,
This mistake to make.
With it to wish and hope,
The ones left to suffer...
And lived to heal,
Enduring through anguish.
Inflicted upon them,
Real to feel.
Had long forgotten,
Who treated them rotten.
But...
This forgiveness,
To expect and give it wished.
Nowhere appears,
On anyone's list.
Kept to prioritize that thought.
Whomever may bring,
That wish to them sought!
What was rotten forgotten?
Not too often is that done,
By one aware.
And stays conscious.
From A to B.
And left to believe to see it all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem