The turning point,
Drifting away from the usual,
Moving out of the comfort zone,
Weary is the old heart,
That had come in terms with the old path.
This new path she has not travelled,
Causes her to uncertainly move forward.
She resists the change,
Yet so fast it penetrates deeply into her deepest chambers.
What if the present cannot be shifted into the past?
Why is it the smiling happy days that fade away so fast?
Yet these memories of painful sorrows leave with me for ever more.
Her irresolute mind ponders in confusion.
Is this path for failure or victory?
Either way she doesn't prefer,
She has not come in terms with the turning point.
(08/10/2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Thembekile turning point is a very vast chapter.nature also takes turning point. however your selection is good. with best wishes, ramesh rai