Like a boy in the wild
raised by wolves
my poetry is sired
Tracking the scent
of each hunted word
traps set for me most dire
Uncaught or caged
by academia
my trail still honor bound
To wander freely
beyond the wind
— alone to stand my ground
(Ronald McDonald House: February,2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem