Maybe the heart's defective on the inside.
You feel your swimming against the tide.
Perhaps you look different from others in the mirror.
However, as you grow older things will get clearer.
The history is not something to dwell on.
As I will not grieve on my condition.
In time, we will understand that we are unique
in god's eyes by carrying this syndrome.
The future might have been in doubt or despair.
We know the chambers of the heart can now be repaired.
The Sacrifices from family and friends are at a great cost.
Without them our presence might be lost.
The bloodline might have been brief for some.
Only you feel blessed that tomorrow will come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem