just being myself
that is what is left of myself
after everything is
taken away from me
after i am stripped
of my name my honor
my property
there is this soul
that you cannot kill
there is this self
that you cannot destroy
it is
indestructible
there is this thought
that subsists
on its own
eternal motion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem