I live to write. I breathe words. It is writing that saved me. Writing that keeps me sane, and if I choose it will be writing that transcends me over every pain, every betrayal and every hurt I have endured. I am surrounded by flesh and blood people when I am composed of mind, heart and soul! Where everyone carries their souls deep Inside of them...I am my soul…visible for all to see, to love and yes, sadly to hurt. I want my souls voice to be heard in every syllable I put to paper. I am finally ready to fight a battle for me, a battle that in the end will be the worthiest. I am Mind, Heart and Soul. I am Here, Broken but Alive. Humbled by his Grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem