It seems as if I have lived a long life...
In defense of the right to be me.
Naïve at times...
And unafraid to admit it.
Remaining vulnerable has kept a freshness,
To my creativity!
Sometimes I pray...
'God why this insight,
You have given me! ? '
And more God bestows with added obstacles,
Just to see how I would perceive...
And receive my blessings,
With less lip!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem