Confliction. The absolute essence of what we constantly feel, but not what we consciously acknowledge, but exactly what i am extremely aware of, but too scared too battle with. Being human is possibly the scariest thing a multi-cellular life form has to endure, yet the most rewarding. Yet I think my eventuality has come to it's threshold now, so it's now down to my own person and no other person alone to decide how I push forward, because if I'm honest, that's the only way I can see myself moving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem