My eyes receive the colour of the day.
My mouth receives the taste of early morning.
The scent of the awakening earth
reminds me of my distress-
but still I've survived my failures.
I accept the tears that salt my cheek
as payment down
for a life I still need and want to live.
Each breath I breathe is a kind of success
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem