Am I strong enough?
Such was the question
I always asked myself
Since I was a little child.
Through the closet
Monsters and the things
That went bump in the night,
I conquer the childish things.
In my higher child ages,
I lost my grandfather
And childhood dreams.
But over time I made it
Past these things.
Through the teenage years,
I conquered heartbreak and
Deaths in my family.
I am still mending from the death
Of a beloved thing.
I am still mending from
The girl that was broken to pieces.
But does that make me strong?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem