born out of struggle
between wisdom and madness
between your imagination and my clarity
I look up to the universe
arms outstretched
praying for possibilities
no rational thought
just living in the moment
trying to find a faith
that exists like yours
tell me how did you pray
before someone told you
who your god should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many people don't trust that others do know what is best for themselves. I really enjoy your writing.