Its not what i have lost that i think about,
Its about the things i have gained,
The people i have loved, who loved me back when they could,
Its the moments of pleasure, the beauty of silence,
The honesty of the days,
The smoothness of the words,
The feel of the warmth, in the arms of the king,
The man i could bow down to,
The lessons of submission,
The understanding of humility and respect,
The ability to be me,
Naked but feeling clothed,
Insecure but secure,
Free like a bird,
Happy in all ways,
That's what i think about,
That's what keeps me going,
That's what set me free,
From grudges and anger,
For i know that no matter what,
No one can take that from me,
Its mine to keep and treasure,
Mine to uphold and to count,
Mine to protect with a zeal,
A treasure worth more than gold can buy,
That no one can take from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem