Each step was not easy...
And difficult to reflect upon.
Lonely was the journey,
When decisions were made to continue,
Alone.
And all the time I felt I was assisted.
A force within insisted I not give up!
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
Never looking back.
Keeping on track and focused...
I met many new friends,
Who wondered 'when' I would see the light!
They were excited for me.
And I observed a few of them shaking hands.
As if I was on course...
Following some sort of plan.
nice read...flowing thought...revealing circumstances...and loved the penultimate conclusion...'shaking hands as if...'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your inner plan and that of your friends may be vastly different... but I feel these friends only plan is to see you eventually reach a goal of your own making. Friends are those who pick you up and dust you off and leave you to take the next step... but are always in the background applauding that next step with pride for your achievement... and also ready to be there if you falter... Alison