Today, I was stabbed,
stabbed in my abdomen, thighs and feet,
and my neck was slightly slit.
I'm heavily bleeding,
but in pain of another.
Never did I want to get pricked by the roses and cactus,
but they followed instead.
My heart's still beating,
I'm alive.
We can't be beat,
if we are meant.
I won't let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
still hopeful besides the painful experience... that's love. very beautiful poem.thanks.md