My heart is my burden,
it suffocates me to the extent of a dream.
My dreams, is my agony to my baring flesh;
I am that which is weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flaws of this poem seem to be its strength. The imperfect syntax helps propel the message. A message related in some degree to Paul's thorn in my flesh message in 2 Corinthians 12: 7. For when I am weak, I am strong. There seems to be several layers to this poem. Mysterious. One Christian take on this might be that Jesus' words - My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. - seem yet to fully apply