Facing alone, the world where I am, knowing it
is my duty to take care of myself, no one else
can do it in the way it needs to be done.
Rolling down the window, letting in fresh air,
following, soaring into the atmosphere of yet
another reality in another dimension.
A superfluous energy being used to keep life
alive and vibrant in a self-enclosed creativity.
A beautiful and effervescent belief in God and
His Holy Spirit, giving the presence of mind to
stay on the straight and narrow all of life.
Nothing barring the way from reaching heaven
now or ever, a love of God and His self within
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem