Some pains
that drive me insane
also teach me
I am alive
on many plains.
Walking barefoot
is not my deal
but when I have to
its a different feel
As if my sole
can feel so much
hardness of the ground
squishy of the mulch
Every single part
that hits the
hot summer sand,
is a lesson in patience
to see how much
I can withstand.
That is just how feel
when people come my way
completely rude and rustic
hard hearted or cast aways.
Like different notes of music
these people hold a place
helping my soul to grow
And I can win the race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem