Collapsing,
The effort is never enough.
Vocal cords blurting out nonsense,
Only for the moment.
Clenching onto anger,
Keep it trapped.
Bursting into thought,
Just to bow down at every end.
Let it free!
Turn the the weeps into rage.
Let your insight be expressed.
Soak up the hurt and sorrow.
Then simply,
Let it go.
By: Alicia N. Cross 4-13-11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem