Wandering outskirts of intellect, watching as ideas
are chosen from blossoms of concepts, tranquilly
touching against hearts of strength.
Softening them in times of hardship and sacrifice,
holding onto tears from loss, trying to adjust quiet-
ly to depths and intensity of living.
Going through each of these experiences solely, walk-
ing alone, taking time to readjust to new circumstances
and situations.
Difficult and barely discernible from shadows of hell,
yet a spark of faith enkindles a blaze of hope, taking
steps to bring us out of the depths of despair.
Living our lives as best as possible until the next
time something comes upon us, knocking us down to the
core of our beings.
Praying to God for mercy as we continually walk for-
ward no matter what the circumstances merit, a life-
long process of adaptation that comes naturally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem