Not that I have just begun and not that my steps are weak,
I’ve been clumsy; however, I try each time neither to surrender nor to be meek.
I’ve slipped in the past and will slip over and over in the years to come,
My lord has been my carrier and shall continue to be the one.
The wounds I get are usually hidden behind my smile,
Though I often freak out and appear fragile.
Let me keep running, walking, or crawling towards my fate,
As going back, though it appears easy, will trap me behind the closed gates.
As I visualize myself standing behind that gate peeping at tomorrow,
I see myself as a person who traded courage and self-worth for very cheap, bearing the weight of regret and sorrow.
I’m still here and will keep moving with audacity,
As it’s worth more than all the wealth put together and hence, it’s a necessity.
My father in heaven says, “Ask and it will be given to you!”