Стихи давно писать я перестала

Writing poetry for a long time I stopped!
 Maybe hell suddenly appeared in front?
Hell I do this now all of a sudden crossed,
Now I write to You in English.

Everyone has a trait
Of us!
Hell, it's different
Things happen.
There's a trait that
You himself put and need to
Because until that point be reached!
Line, as finish on Sports!
And it is necessary to reach it Il
Run!
And there are hell - bound
And on that point to
No way!
And if you cross the line
The limit then the unknown
Will be waiting for you.
However, there are people who
Do not be afraid even that line
Overstep.
And this will be battle with fate!
And if you fight with yourself
A, then means you live!
And life after all this eternal Fight!
And we must not be afraid even
Step over the line.
The limit may not be itself
Put man!
His line in the sand we do not need
To be afraid of!
But if you put yourself
Imagine a line of limit and
You reached it, then move it
Line away, and again
You will live and achieve!