When I first met her
My stresses were so so compounded
They have nothing to do with her
The stressers where building like a hurricane
Each one of them
Would have destroyed most other lives
A strange resilience runs through my soul
In her lovely Ways she wasn't afraid to tell me the truth
Take care everyone except myself
She was older and more experienced
I thought I knew
I know how to help others
Much more than myself
She altered me
In her stealth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem