Since an early age I have walked alone
each road I've walked remains unknown.
If the future was not a sight unseen
I'd contemplate what I might have been.
Caught in a duel between loss and gain
I'll be strong in spirit and not abstain.
The forbidden fruit, where does it grow?
a million miles or just a stones throw?
I'll do what needs, conquer failures dread
my body is bleeding but I'm not yet dead.
I'll persist in my prayers for reasons why
I'll not accept loud silence, perhaps cry.
At times I'm bewildered all alone and lost
my wounds not deep, I won't count the cost.
I'll walk on forward and find what I seek
the consequences be damned, I am unique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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