To help hold others up,
Is a natural act.
Yet at times,
I meekly stroll by,
Without looking up.
Perhaps it’s the fear,
Of seeing myself,
In someone else’s eyes,
Urging me to walk on by.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
To help hold others up,
Is a natural act.
Yet at times,
I meekly stroll by,
Without looking up.
Perhaps it’s the fear,
Of seeing myself,
In someone else’s eyes,
Urging me to walk on by.