If I hold my head up high
It will stay up by itself in time
I've been struggling for a while
And find it hard to find a smile
Even when the sun shines I still see clouds
I see love in the distance but can't get through the crowds
Everything moves so fast, my mind screams aloud
Sometimes I wish it would end... But i aint a coward
I long for Heavens gates
I fear the hellish lake
I'm goina turn good
Before it's too late
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I appreciate your open honesty about your struggle, written briefly and right to the point, with everyday words. I can relate to your dilemma, I've struggled with depression and regrets. It seems Heaven is wished for when life gets very tough, but think God intends for us to experience some satisfaction in the here and now. I sometimes ask myself, how much of 'successful' living is up to me? Answer, take action and do all I can, each day. Best wishes in your poetry and your life.