Outwardly still and serene
Internally agitated and turbulent.
My very own antithesis;
A daily battle for my very soul.
Conversant and steady
Yet capricious and mercurial in the blink of an eye.
Without admonition or provocation;
Impetuous.
Enervated by anger
Embraced by ambivalence to all things minor;
Instead finding joy in each breath,
Cognizant of the limitations of my existance.
I am indebted to the Father for endurance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem