Bruised and used
Battered and tattered
How they've lived their lives
Had never really mattered
Until now….
Brought together
Strangers confront their demons
Digging down deep
Expressing their feelins
Pain and grief lie on weakened shoulders
Intense and immovable like the largest
Of boulders
Some transgressions out way
Those of others
Some obsessions inherited
By fathers and mothers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem