The storm in my hand is a bomb as I glance
Not far but within
The bomb in my palm is a choice in a glimpse
With fear I shake
The chain on my heart is a rock in that pipe
I suffocate tremendously
The chain on my heart like a precipice so fierce
I send the storm from my hand
The storm in my hand is power in grace
So abundant in me
The power in my life is faith in the son
A victor am I made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Selai. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks