Often I wonder what would become of you if there all of a sudden was no me left to see.
Often I wonder what I would become if I was left alone in the street suffering from the defeat of my own insecurities.
Often I wonder what the world would become had the amazingly beautiful person that I am had died after being born instead of fighting to survive and remaining alive.
Often I wonder if I will ever find a love best suited to match my own or if I am doomed to be single and all alone.
Often I wonder how my life will turn out in the years to come praying silently to myself inside that the decisions I have made and will make won't cause my spirit to come undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely and aptly presented. A beautiful poem. Wonderful imagery. Thanks for sharing.