I am strong for most of the time,
But I often break down
in the middle of the night.
When sleep evades me
and the past engulfs me
My heart torn to pieces
by the burden of memories.
But again by morning,
the tears have all dried
And I clear up the wreck,
to become strong by daylight.
Ah, the night... It's a fearsome place. And how much better is the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! ! Beautifully Expressed! ! ! ! ! Powerful Poem! ! ! ! ! Much Strength And Heart Shown! ! ! ! ! Quite Heart Felt! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! !
Thank you Rebecca.