On the road of my travels,
Many obstacles I have come to face.
Not one did I fear to be chased,
Away.
My steps to make were placed,
To move forward.
Looking behind to delay time wasted,
Had never preoccupied...
My mind to find this,
A mission to repeat or accept defeat.
Debris to clear on my path,
Is still a task.
With less rest to get,
Kept an expectation.
Devotion and dedication,
Became a passion to overcome stress.
And regrets ignored,
Whenever they attempted...
To reopen those closed to lock doors.
My steps to place were made,
To move forward.
As an obligation to my beliefs,
I would and could succeed.
With initiative, motivation.
And a kept faith not to fake.
Masquerade or charade!
On the road I stay.
Not to seek challenges.
Or expect fear and threats.
But to know I am prepared.
And equipped to be tested.
Too long on this road,
Have I endeavored with efforts.
Done to do at my best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem