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.