Where am I from, I ask?
From the warmest womb,
Where am I destined for?
What is my task?
Just to survive the
long road to my final tomb.
In that dark, cold, blackness.
I am welcomed home from the not me,
where I can just to be me,
my conception's promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem