The Tougher I Am The Weaker I Become Poem by Antonio Liao

the tougher I am the weaker I become

the brave sea touches the shore of uncertainty
where the waves callus the slippery
face of the stone, find the glad tiding of the
singing birds and beacon the sudden harmony
of the cliff, the silent of the womb
rejoice the big bang of the ocean

oh! eternity of the sounding heart
hear the voice of every flow of the river route
the vast sea's is waiting of your fullness
wavering strength, what the soul glimpse the
soul triumph in the wilderness of hope

rejoice my weaknesses, the end has just begun
its beginning, spouted like mushroom of faded
glory in the catacomb of death and savory the
change of lasting spirit of existence

power on the unending source of spirit, a gift
of Life to remember the source of where we
be long