I may look back.
Once.
Or perhaps even twice.
But never will my steps taken,
Be stopped from moving forward.
With my eyes kept to keep,
Wide open to know...
I leave whatever it was behind me.
To let go of those experiences lived.
Although...
Always in my heart to miss yet reminisced,
Will be the possibilities...
Of what could have been not to happen.
And moving forward with an attitude,
Kept positive I do.
Feeling more accepting of my blessings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem