Knocked down by my own hand in the ninth round, I get up.
Dazed, I can’t even feel I desperately need some spiritual sup.
Shunned and shamed, why didn’t I just return my heavenly crown?
As self loathing set in it seemed that I was doomed to drown.
Yet, day by day, God showed me that mercy truly does exist.
The love of my children and good friends helped me to subsist.
Slowly, I realized I could go on for many more rounds.
Down, but not out, as I finally realized God’s love for me abounds.
Today, I have much to offer others since I have forgiven myself.
My value in the eye of my God does not belong on life’s shelf.
Others may still trample and trod on mistakes that you and I make.
Never lose hope, because God shows mercy for heaven’s sake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem