Suffering is what I gain.
Pain is within, because of my mistakes.
The pain reveals in the midst of fain.
And I believed that the purpose of that pain
is to teach me, and I was taught.
But yet before, I learned,
I feel like I was uprooted.
No need to be around in the garden,
Because my leaves are withered,
My flowers parched,
An obvious view that is awful to see.
Days passed by, I feel my time is no more.
I have no chance to returned and get back
the moment to correct every decisions I made.
And so now I please, lay my petition
and has been repetition in everyday of my lives.
As I yearned for God's answer,
I renewed my ways as I anticipating
that God will renew my path and I will step a new life,
Walking to no rough roads,
and to win always the struggling circumstances.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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