Can you look
At a complex picture
With a simple eye
And get an accurate picture?
I’ve been trying so hard
But like many, I’m scarred
Too many possibilities
What to leave out… me?
Oh, I have days of Joy
But sometimes I’m Tommy boy.
Only a mustard seed
Is ever required of me.
Yet I give so much more.
Than I ever have before.
Fifteen years embedded with faith
Sprinkled with doubt.
And still a response
You will let me do without?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem