How do you find your way back home?
when you are lost in a sandy desert of life's dispare?
When you think, you no longer can go, even forward.
wondering if anyone but you really even cares.
You want to turn, things around
driving back from where you came!
But fearing all that your return might offer
is nothing but what you've known the same.
Yet forwards even look bleak to you!
No light seeming to be shinning through.
But sometimes with the help of another
you can reverse this past of what you once knew.
But it all starts with those first steps taken
One baby step, at a time.
Then one by one your steps grow easier
keeping your footprints straight in that sandy desert line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem