At thirteen,
I was just beginning,
The real me coming through
But still I was hidden
I had much more to learn
At fourteen,
I was yearning,
To break free from my chains
To have it be appreciated
That I was growing in age
At fifteen,
I am slowly seeing more
Wishing on shooting stars
Soon to be a butterfly
Oneday I will soar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was so beautiful.