If I thought of my past mistakes made,
As a prevention of making more...
I'd be afraid to live my life,
To continue to explore the unknown.
And adventuring my life,
With the pursuit to break barriers...
And face obstacles on my path,
Making attempts to limit my footsteps...
Is not my perspective in living my life I have.
Not from a restricted point of view?
Zero. None. Zilch to erase 'nots' with 'cans'.
To replace with an updated agenda.
I've done too much weeping,
To discover a doing of it alone.
I wasn't born to carry burdens on my back.
I am not a collector of sorrows.
Some feel obligated to do that.
I'm not loyal to such obligations.
And I know this!
Since that has been tried to dry clear eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem