Who has lived and not questioned,
'Am I okay? '
I'd like to think I am that way...
Okay!
And unafraid.
Although moments spent like this,
Are quick anf fleeting.
There are days I awaken,
With wishes to erase every mistake I've made.
Simply chase them away,
Sighing in deep relief...
I have a consciousness that frees me of guilt.
Am I okay?
Yes.
And everyday after I pray,
Attempting to obey my freedom from temptations...
I know I display I am not yet at peace.
With a need to keep my mind at ease.
But...
Am I okay?
Sure!
Who else can endure my own headaches?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem