Stories repeat
but to tell theirs
People compete
Every day I sit in
that 'confessional' box
trying to heal,
Sometimes merely trying to detox
I am just an instrument of God
if he chooses me,
I get blessings from the lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Nalini, I enjoyed this deep spiritual piece, well done, Loyd PS: Please come and visit my work when you can!