Caught in a whirlwind of stress,
An uproar of life's daily mess,
So overwhelming, I’m drowning,
In my own tears, yet I’m standing.
There is a promise, you see,
And my own will to succeed.
“Never give up”, is what I told me.
Conquer all fear,
And find the way clear.
Bow not to the challenge,
For the option to grow is to my advantage.
It’s all in your prospective,
And mine is reflective.
In this wind I set sail.
Flow onward to more,
Upon new horizons, I’ll soar!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem