Sometimes the fog can be thick,
Maneuvering through days uncertain!
Stalled within tunnels
Dark and long!
Enduring with a strength...
Accompanied by tears at times.
And suddenly intuition pulls.
The many roads unclear but taken
Narrow...
Shadows are behind as light spreads!
Sighs of relief exhaled.
A clearing comes,
As steps are faster paced.
Warming a smiling face that glows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem...brings a picture of someone struggling to make their way...thank you