Prearranged thoughts as if to get a head start.
touching each thought with a pen,
rewriting each story,
your mind grows,
shows no mercy,
becomes godly as if your untouchable.
realizing each struggle made you stronger,
no stranger to tell you how to live.
nobody to show you which way to give.
working harder each day,
making sure these thoughts never go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem