They say they are gifted.
Some boast of a blessed chest,
crowned as the best;
some inherit a godly mind,
born of a different kind.
But I remain silent—not because my frame is sturdy,
or because I hold a title to claim,
but because I carry an anchor within:
a willpower rarer than the rarest gem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem