I am tired of being strong

And to fight for my spot, 

To climb the stairs of life

When it’s hot, when it’s dry

When it’s rain, when it’s snow.

I am tired to fly.

I am tired to share

Sami-truths, semi-trust,

Semi-loyalty, semi-love…

No regrets. I’m still strong.

And I know

Against the odds I will survive.

My soul might hurt.

I am tired, but what?

Life must go.

I’m not begging 

For mercy.

          I’m strong, my love.

By Petrouchka Alexieva