I have made this path I've laid,
Look too easy.
And simple to re-create.
Leaving a few,
Who had made attempts to follow...
Lost in their bewilderedness.
To believe my steps,
Would lead them to safety zones.
Without it to them known,
I have a 'thing' for overcoming fear.
And adventuring to face obstacles,
Are challenges I endear.
I run towards not away,
From opposition.
With it done like some do.
But I'm not the one,
Seen trying to find my way back home.
With excuses made others condone.
Nor are my wounds and scars,
Publicly shown.
With a doing to pretend...
My efforts to endeavor,
Had been a life threatening... Experience.
Too traumatizing to discuss,
In full detail.
But embellished to repeat,
Are those moments most frightening...
No one listening can imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem