There are days when living seems impossible
days when when i feel that there is no hope
but if i can only see
that the pains and frustrations i feel so distinctly
are only mirages that were created by my doubts
and strenghtened by my fears
only then would i realize that life is what i make of it
even though i was born without a silver spoon
it is what i do with my wooden spoon that counts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem