Steps taken to move forward,
Will and do cause some stress.
Never is it made easy,
To sit and wish for progress.
Without effort to endeavor.
Or tears from eyes to cry.
Pretending they result,
From sweat and applied...
Heated elbow grease.
Left to leave a comfort known.
Shown that comfort zone,
Can not last forever to keep.
There is nothing that remains,
To stay the same.
Yet...
From one step made to another faced,
As it is from birth.
The Sun becomes recognized to rise.
Followed by high noon until the Sun sets.
More of life is revealed to explore.
And adventured.
Experiencing steps taken to move forward.
To leave fear and regret behind.
Finding this to accept is progress.
With each step tested.
As if a task to pass.
Until another comes.
"I can not do this.
Too difficult it is.
I'm just going to sit here on my..."
-Well...
Do not claim you are of faith.
A faith to have no one has.-
"Faith?
What does faith have to do,
With this new task...
More difficult than the last one,
I did everything I could to pass."
-You tell me.
I am not the one complaining.
Yet claiming to have faith!
Or am I left feeling stressed,
To forget God knows...
What is best for me.-
"How I feel,
Has nothing to do...
With my religious belief."
-I understand.
And...
I am in no position,
To pass judgement.
Or call you a hypocrite.-
"Good.
Keep your opinions to yourself."
-I always do.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem