If i were a mere reflection of myself
Would i see the scarred soul of my flawless face
The haunted look in those doe like eyes
The bitterness in that frozen smile
Or would i look the other way
And refuse to acknowledge
Me, myself and i
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poetic expression rich in images. If we connect to our soul, no matter how scarred it is, it will drive away all fear If we count our blessings no matter how many problems bitterness will move on Strength comes from within from the litlle light in our heart from the little light in our soul planted there by our Creator and kept burning forever by Him