Ten years below surviving,
but able to know..
Feeling that standing
just hurts to much.
Restless yet busy.
You are tired but not
wanting to sleep.
Ten years below surviving,
but able to know.
Giving joy to others.
Hope for all but yourself.
Prayer brings comfort
but not solace.
Ten years
But now discovering,
your own destiny.
To be a living
blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem