Alone in this quiet
I put my soul into making a life
And even when it’s inconvenient
I am myself
surviving in a world that punishes
for merely existing
I step outside this lunacy
and wait for a sleep that never comes
breathing in the silence
tired and broken
I exhale frustration
And live in the moment
of God’s grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem