The mirror holds fears untold
Of what seems to be my reflection.
A cloak of self-doubt hard and cold,
Not feeling the apparent emotion.
I am like a vague passing soul
Not knowing all the unknown roles,
Or what the future emblazoned hold,
Opportunity casting away my pearls.
Am I a pro self-doubting foe?
Going about daily roles with difficulty,
Identifying the person I thought I know,
Doubting where faith should be the reality.
Judging the absence of evidence on its merit
Finds glory in the depth of truth inherit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is abeautiful poem on self discovery having nice diction. Thanks for sharing.