A picture of me
Yet slightly blurred
But the eyes still stare
Taking a pathway
Deep inside my soul
I become one
With what I use to be
Once blurred in my mind
Has become so clear
Creating a new me
But one that should not be
For the past
Should not live on inside me
For I am afraid
Of what I will be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem