the way the stars are bright,
the way the face in the mirror is mine.
the way the world turns,
always turning.
the way a baby cries
as sure as all of these.
the way the trees bend in the wind,
the way the rain feels on my skin
i will be what i must be.
i will be strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem