Damn, I am! I tolerate- my old self says
When I can swiftly switch to go away
From the mind that's been preset
To a beneficial spiritual upset.
Afraid I am to switch my mind
That I might go back to who I was
For only beast can do that
To avoid a broken heart.
Misery! You are indeed a click to blow away
But I opted not to do that way
For in this way my Creator is shaping me
And bestowing a virtue to be truly me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem