After ten months of struggle
That put me through too much Hell to say
I guess my greatest prize
Was learning to walk away
After ten months of dreams
I'll only remember you as something less than real
Like an illusion or a fantasy
Though tangible and unbreakable as steel
After ten months of sunshine
You taught me finally that I'm not afraid of the rain
But it wasn't really you that taught me
In reality My Only Teacher Was My Pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem