Sit still. 
I just can’t seem to
Grasp this absurd concept. 
Be still. 
Really, I don’t think I want to
Stay with this regret. 
Solider on.
I have to keep this power
Gaping wounds don’t heal with worry.
Better off. 
Righteous ends of the earth I scour
Shall I ever find the rest of me?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    