This is a poem I wrote two years ago In France, on a rainy December day...I was a student in Lyon and I was home sick...
This text reflects my state of mind when I was 18 years old, I felt lonely, I put all my soul into these few lines...Today, I wish to share this with you, and I know that each person living far from their country, their families and freinds...will find a little bit of themselves in my writting. At the age of 17 I left you,
eyes shinning brightly with hope and heart broken. I said to myself: this is not goodbye, we will see each other again. I dreamed of liberty, hoped for
happiness in a world, to my eyes, full of color. Since, the years have passed, without anyone to share them with. I met suffering, me too I have changed...At 17 I left, without any knowledge of life. And so, finally, this life, has gave me everything, my friends, my hopes, my happiness, my innocence. This life has even trampled soft adolecent dreams . I admit that I have quit dreaming since a longtime because me too I have grown with time. At 17 I was still naive never have I imagined all that is happening. Now I can say that I have lived, I still suffer but I am not conquered I am sure I can hold on for a long time. I am proud because I am not yet 20 years old...At 17, I have left all behind me and since then, I have learned to count on only myself but one day, I will return stronger, after going through the hardest part because after all it is me that has chosen but...At the tender age of 17, what do we know about life...?