I was there,
sitting in that place.
You showed up unannounced,
no warning, no welcome.
You started asking questions,
questions I answered all wrong.
It was like you couldn't see
that I didn't want you there.
Before you left,
your hand went where I didn't want it to go.
Just for not thinking—
just for one moment—
you changed a life.
In your moment of desire,
you left a wound that never fades.
But my essence is strong,
and my soul still shines.
You didn't take my smile,
because I learned to rise again.
What you were
stayed in the past.
What I am
stands in freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At first, this poem is hard to read (due to the nature of the theme) , but I love how you ended it. There is no indication of forgiveness; but an understanding of humankind's weakness.