The poor fellow's heart had misled him
He was enraged
He wanted to find his peace
He wanted to regain his confidence
He wanted to be;
REBORN
He knew a world of new beginnings existed
It existed outside of his cocoon
A shell he has to shed
But how does he begin to do that
Is there a formula he can apply?
Or is there a magician who can wave his stick to break me free of this….
This shell that prohibits me to feel, care, love, respect and cherish…
How do I rid of these shackles?
To say hallo to a new life
Then Mr. Pen met with lady book
And they soon formed a union
One that is driven by thought
One that is directed by emotion
One that is witnessed by a select few
One that brought meaning and hope
One that brought self-worth and character
One that paved ways to endless smiles
One that brought joy and freedom to the heart
One that gave direction to tomorrow
And through that union
I will learn to care and love
I will learn to honor and cherish
This because I broke free
This because I am
REBORN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem