You may see me struggle,
But you won't see me fall.
Regardless of whether I'm weak or not,
I'm going to stand tall.
If I don't, time will consume me and will force me to crawl,
Subdued to my knees, trapped within walls,
Day after day, I continue to grasp.
Till the day death meets me and that will be my fray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem