Scrawling hurriedly, trying to contain everything in poems
that I want to leave behind for family in the coming years
when I am gone.
Listening in chapels of my heart and soul, contemplating
life and it's myriad illusions to living.
Maintaining a semblance of being alive, striving to do
the best I can, finding my purpose daily and choosing to
obey God's plans instead of my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem