This is not a poem but a note to self
I do not live but merely exist
Until I acknowledge and admit this to self
I pen with my mind the outcomes
Of mine life when I doth choose
How I conduct my living
With mine actions I paint dark or bright
On this canvas, life, the portrait of my future
The power is within I, it is my birth right
Woven in the fabric of my mind
Is the power of thought
There dormant lies a giant
Mine honorificabilitudinitatibus
It yells out, 'RELEASE ME! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem