Before and after the momentum.
Within the sway of to and fro.
Along the steps of the endless journey.
Who knows where i may go.
This is a mission to be awakened.
This is a journey to be true.
My life before me just a lesson.
I know exactly what i do.
I stand in the center of my being.
I am the eye of the storm.
No one knows my identity.
No one can see my true form.
I am impossible to believe.
And never ending.
I May be a fool.
But i am no longer pretending.
This the end of all ive caught.
I have grown strong from battles fought.
My love has grown so powerful.
No longer do I cry so sorrowful.
For she is with me.
And im not alone.
And though I touch the soil
The sticks the stones.
The water boils in my blood and bones.
For I am with God. And he loves my choice.
This is my beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem