No more tears
Running down
My cheeks
They add fuel
To my poetries
No more messes
Left to scrub
No more sadness
That I need to dust
Like a lone star
On a cloudy night
I need no Sun
To brighten
your lives
I am stronger
Like the reeds
Might look
like tendrils
Truth well concealed
For I have been
A Woman of worth
Hardships of life
Made truth
To unearth
I am Atlas
The Hercules
Cleopatra
And Isis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For I have been A Woman of worth Hardships of life Made truth To unearth......this conviction that you are strong brings u to great determination and make you very powerfullll. thank you very much for this poem . the background of sufferings and pain makes this poem more meaningful. thank youj dear poetess. tony