EACH DAY I COME BACK AGAIN
Each day I come back again
Shaky weak fearful discouraged depressed
I begin the day
And then with prayer and walking and reading and writing
I begin to come back
But it is not always early
And not always easy
And not always-
But most days
Somewhere in the morning
I return and believe in my life again
I do come back most days
Anyway, for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem