I will not die for beauty.
I will not die for truth.
I will not die for patriotism.
I will not die for you.
I will not contemplate my death.
I will not plan my end.
I will not brood on my mortality.
I will not pray for heaven.
I will live.
I will look around me.
I will not search, futilely, for answers,
But I will see.
I will not rage, mutely, for justice,
But I will be free.
Let the world whir by
Triumphant in its scope.
Resplendent in its complexity.
I will focus on me.
I feel my scales peeling one by one.
I feel my scars healing from within.
I feel a weight lifted from my heart.
I feel my soul rise from yet another death.
Because once again, I have been reminded
That true sight belongs to the blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem