At times finding life so terribly difficult, fighting to
find a way to surpass or go around whatever stands in the
way.
Strapping on weights of faith and hope, moving forward,
losing all baggage of yesterday, taking the reins into
future denizens where I win out each and every time.
At length, allowing essential rhythms to carry me over
the finish line, where I win once again, because I never
give up the race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem