I had to walk away,
From stale limitations.
And invitations to repeat,
Familiar avenues I knew...
Offering a comfort.
I needed to explore other doors.
I needed to test my faith more.
I needed my wants and wishes,
To have me in the midst of them.
Proving my confidence,
Had me involved in their creation.
Other doors to open.
And leave behind if I chose.
Would and could not happen,
From sitting with wishing it does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem