Enjoying gifts of creativeness, given by God, Himself,
allows me to escape a life of hell inside my mind for
periods of time.
Total existence relies on a gift of writing poetry,
helping me to grow in love over time.
Twirling around, feeling safe and awakened, thousands
of words, images, and thoughts float on waters of my
subconsciousness, gently calming and becoming part of
me.
Wonderful feelings intertwining with my soul,
delivering awesome experiences written with black ink
from this pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem