I may be down,
But I know I’m going to rise.
My sight may be blurring,
Yet I anticipate a bright future.
Tears may flow down my cheek,
My eyes reddened,
Still I believe I have joy.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel,
The dawn after night,
The silver lining in a dark cloud;
My faith may have melted,
My dreams seem impossible,
But mountain top I shall stand.
The storm may rise,
My sailing is rough,
Yet I believe I will get to shore.
I envision myself,
Treading on glory,
Harmonious existence,
And wearing a glistening armor of victory;
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem