Remember that door
You closed on me?
Remember my grief,
You enjoyed seeing me release?
Remember the moans from my anguish,
And screams?
It's your turn to wear that suit.
And like me...
You will not find your needs or wishes,
Addressed.
Or to mean anything,
By those unimpressed.
And you will not experience it...
The rejection I lived with!
But you will remember my strength.
Since it came to become my own to contain.
With much less support...
You campaigned to gain,
To silence your collection of whimpers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am in awe of the emotion! Incredible!