Secrets About Myself

Sometimes I wonder if all my dreams will come true, Because I am sure that this is possible. I am always surprised about life Like a little child who grows every day, And I hope that God will have opened up his light, Before the evil can hit my dreams. I am counting upon my thoughts as I am thinking of you. Certainly, I am prepared to die at any time And ready to live my life, And I expect nothing in life but the Truth. I intend to open myself up to the world, To breathe, and to win. I know indeed everything that I intend to do, But stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, A fury that brings upon the greatest love. I pretend that everything is wonderful. And I pretend that I'm not crying when tears are bleeding down my face, And I prefer the absurdity of writing poems. I am who I am And nothing can change me. Poem by Marieta Maglas