Seldom is it a thought to consider,
What it takes for someone to heal.
From an injustice to suffer it.
With their credibility ruined.
And integrity flushed,
As if eliminated waste.
Seldom is it given a thought to consider,
Who it is picked...
To begin mending emotionally,
Without this to do overnight or quick.
Until it is noticed.
How someone like this,
Has become stronger and distant.
Showing with faith and kept determination,
They can be no one to take for granted.
Or someone to once had been known,
To express interest and sincerity.
Done to express this less.
As if happy to address,
What before they had not expected.
Yet received from others to get.
While keeping themselves further distanced.
With time given to heal and mend.
"What has happened to you?
You act and appear to be different."
-Trust me.
God knows who I am not to be an act!
And the difference made has been God's gift.
You can believe that! -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem