No one knows, or could know,
except me,
of all the wrong turns which haunted the life
that I was forced to live;
of the lost battles which I did not dare shout to the world,
but cried for in my corner, alone and embittered;
of the unfair attacks I was unable to defend myself,
or of some, I do not know how I got the strength,
and had been victorious, defeating them;
of the loyal and affectionate love I found,
but lacked the courage to embrace;
of the faith and hope I had to invent,
for not possess them in the right size,
when I got up each new day;
of a strong and paternal God who provided me
with an army of angels, who guided me through
some dark and crooked paths I have traveled by.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©