Life is tough.
No one ever promised ease.
And it grows tougher
when you choose to make something of it.
Now I understand why people settle.
It is the easier path,
but rarely the fulfilling one.
I have no room
for a life of quiet mediocrity.
So I will grow tougher
through rejection and trials.
I will grow wiser,
and move with strategy and intention.
I can only hope
that, in time, all things fall into place
and I find favour with the Almighty.
After all,
we are but pencils
in the hands of the Creator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem