For those who remained true
despite what you knew;
I thank you!
For what is a man without his lapses,
insecurities, and weakness?
Perhaps I was built like this:
a bare witness
to a world that is relentless
and clueless
on how simple it is
to be kind, loving, and selfless.
I guess this is where my destiny is—
born with less, still precious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem