What I have is myself,
My inner being which survives
Only because it refuses to die.
What I have is my love to give,
Even if persons abuse my affection.
What I have is the love of some others,
Although it is not the amount
That I would like them to give.
What I have is my body,
Too weak to show the scars.
What I have are my hands,
Just strong enough to be
Unwilling to let go.
What I have is my heart,
Somehow still beating between the pain.
What I have is my mind,
Reminding me why I have to be strong
For the one's that cannot.
If I didn't have any of this,
There would be individuals that could never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem