It was one stormy night, houses were getting destroyed, and families were scared to death
Walking through a mysterious creepy forest alone in the dark, feeling a chilly shivers up to my spine
Should I turn back where people have no clue what to do
Seeing a big unique house made of ladders going across to side to side
I felt people were watching me as I make a moment of success
No longer feeling afraid just braveness and light of my warmth heart
Looking up, there was one gigantic ladder that ending in cold stormy mist of the sky
There was no looking back; maybe this faith to end all this thoughts
Who wanted to pull me down to ground with me
As I make a step to another a step of the ladder of success, feeling mighty proud of myself
I felt myself getting stronger and confidence where my purpose wants me to go
Seeing men who were all dressed in fancy suits wanting me to be a famous poem writer
They teach me how to publish a book, having all their ears and eyes listening to my poems
It seems like my poems were coming alive, they felt the unknown emotions that I felt
As I keep climbing higher and higher, making a step to next ladder
I can feel myself changing for the better, to become more successful in life
Taking a challenge that requires me to love myself no matter what, to feel alive and never looking back
The stormy mist of the sky becoming sunny and soft blue skies once
again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem