Abroad I battle challenges with hope

Despite the nightly toil and days alone,

The songs of poetry to soothe my soul

The world of words to make me whole once more.

Left I the motherland four years ago

When I am feeling blue and missing home,

A pen, a paper heal my inner thorns

And soar above the sore of lifetime lows.

Dawn to dusk, time bygone and time to come,

Some battles see the light, some lose in sight.

Through ups and downs I learn to write the worn

That strengthen my identity sublime

Wherever I am, wherever I go

Not once, not twice, but to the end of time.