In bitter or grim or such malicious
I stand trembling on
Moving with heart of gold
To life's beyond
Through peril and midnight's gloom
Ask me not to leave
I am not afraid,
Rather I see freedom and believe
Move me not
I dare you to think
I make my life what it is
I come to where these parts brink
Though terror is subject
These shoulders shrug off
I am who I am
Life is hard not soft
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my best, I love the way you portray life and your diction is so wonderful. Keep going.