You want this high or low?
'What? '
The blows of reality,
I am prepared to hit you with.
'Will they be painful? '
Let's just say,
When it happened to me...
I was glad to have been knocked out.
'Why? '
When I finally revived...
I was no longer excusing my limitations.
But it took several blows to my head...
To get some sense knocked into it!
'Make my blows low.
I can deal with the pain.
And I want a slower process.
I want my reality on a gradual basis,
To come to me.
I am not quick to adapt to changes.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem