one small steady step at time,
heart brake should be a crime,
i climb it in a slow unsteady daze,
triping all the way but its all a faze,
every step of the way gets tougher,
the climb to north gets even rougher,
breathing is getting to be more pianful,
standing at the bottem and looking up,
i relize that my jerney is yet to come up,
the higher i go the more i dont want to go back........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michelle, the way each line is layed out, your poem takes the shape of a series of steps. I'm not sure if that is intentional, but it certainly makes sense considering the title! Good poem! Brian