in my thousand weaknesses
my strength is formed,
in my endless failures,
triumph is born.
in every flaw a glimmer,
in every darkness a light.
in my hunger there is fullness,
in my restlessness a home.
in every bruise and scar,
beauty is forged.
in every moment of silence,
passion set free.
with every stumbling step,
another step is taken.
be there any difference,
i know better than that!
This is just so honest and beautifully put. through life we slowly learn to know better tyvm karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As we age we seem to see things for what they are. A great poem.