Stabbed a million times to death,
Desperately catching up my breath.
Been hurt too much, I can’t get up.
This throbbing pain in my heart, I can’t stop.
One night when no one was around,
I found myself standing on holy ground.
Now that things fall, I knelt down.
Saying, “God, please hear my aching sound.”
Just like before, he heard my troubled cry.
He made me stand up and hold my head up high.
“He is my strength”, I realized.
Why should I feel low when I am His child?
Now, here I am facing life.
I am finally happy but life is not life without strife.
Not like before; I won’t shed a tear and feel like I’ll die.
Because I am His child... born to survive.
An excellent poem with full of eloquence. Thank you Geetima for a very nice comment.
Why should I feel low when I am His child? I am finally happy but life is not life without strife. Truth well expressed through these lines. A beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much for reading my poem. :)