I wish I could dance or sing
But those talents were never given to me
To express myself in a song
Is something I will never know
As well it is with rhythm and coordination
Those things I’ve also never had
Confidence, so far from my reach
Holds me down
Determined to keep me from reaching greatness
I lack charisma, and charm
I am forgettable in all ways
But in these words
No one can see my face
Ink and paper have not yet captured the sound of my voice
In those things I may continue to live
My face lost to endless time
My voice failing on deaf ears
But my soul will remain
My mind forever sealed in the pages of a book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for this. Stay as you are and accept whatever 'Gift' God has given you.