Forging passion into my heart and soul, given from
an innate talent and gifts from above.
Always picturing thoughts, feeling their emotions,
using all of it in writing.
Creating and treasuring every moment in this life,
knowing that essentially there are very few left
to me as I walk into the sunset of tomorrow's reality.
Stripped of everything except the being that I am today,
holding my soul, stepping into realms of heaven, hoping
to be accepted through the love and mercy of God who
made me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem