Growing interiorly, surpassing all expectations, according
to many other brilliant people.
Merely being the poet I was born to be, writing day in and
out, never even recognizing what others see in me.
Humbly, I say thank you and go back to my writing, happy to
be able to immerse myself in this interior waterfall of
intellect and imagination.
Being at the mercy of my passion and essence above all else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem