Rocking in the past, filled with yearning and a tantalizing
amount of desire, taking away will-power if allowed, but it
never will.
Always wanting personal freedom to keep this being whole
and complete without any deviation at all, enjoying every
single moment that this life has yet to give.
Being blessed in many ways, thanking God for being alive,
even though cancer keeps trying to claim this being, never
going to happen for God is holding this spirit in His hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem