We have powers, abilities, gifts that only we know of, if they are exposed prematurely to the wrong people they fade like mirages, but if we hold them long enough and receive the necessary validation from caring enlightened people they become a solid intangible that forms pillars in our souls that give us the tools and confidence to realize them, to create, to do something miraculous, never seen or done before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem