Major segments of my life were ripped away
Leaving me never to be whole again.
So I wished for the world to disappear.
I know I can laugh
And not feel any joy.
For this has oft been my life.
I know I can strive
And hate my success.
For this has e’er been my result.
I know I can cry.
The tears clamping my chest
With an ache that inhibits my breath.
This was my story.
Until my spirit was released
From the confines designed by its past.
When you created a new beginning.
Then guided me to the presence of your love
Through your own blessed acceptance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem