A crow has been preying on
My shoulder and picking with it's break.
Things of my wrongdoings and the result
Of the horrible opinions of my
Consciousness.
That soon resulted in the onset of
The disease called arthritis.
Now instead of pain and sorrow
The lovely image of a healthy body
Has set in.
But I couldn't fight the horrible opinions of
My consciousness of my wrongdoings.
But now I can fight arthritis.
So....
Instead of seeing places
Instead of traveling and tracking
To mountains and valleys and plateaus
I...............
Stand up and fight....
Stand up and take the challenge
Stand and fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem! Appreciated............10/10