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 possessing 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 ©