I am still me.
Uninspired for quite a while,
So I wandered through the haze,
In search for words that softly blaze.
To feel them once more. Weave them,
And rediscover the magic of poetry again.
I am still me. Not broken.
With spirit unyielding.
Though trials have struck, storms have blown.
My scars may tell tales of battle fought.
Reminders of the strength I've sought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem