At my worst you are there–
Giving fortitude to my hollowness,
Stance the curvature of my madness,
and took an account to forgiveness.
At my best you aren’t there-
Because I was swarmed by fishes,
Drowned out in many beaches
Then eaten by sharks swallowed into pieces.
I am who I am now,
The reflections bounced back who I was
And daringly beaten the thought I had cast
Indeed, it is challenge to take risk and end the past.
From now on ‘til it last,
I come to see murky life bleak to shine
And finding a reinvigorate fate to advance
But careful to catch and put back the bygones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem