Once I walked on sharp thorns
Of failure, I drifted away from my
True calling, I was sailing away from the shore
The waves of denial and failure
Almost drowned me.
Hope was my survival boat
As I wandered all alone
In the ocean of failures.
I wanted shelter that would keep
Me warm, but the one I found was
Leaking during rainy days
And cold during windy days.
Had I reached the end of my existence?
Failure and obstacles, the boundaries that
Prohibited my capabilities and worth
But I broke free from the chains of denial
The road has been dusty for years
Walking on tarred roads felt like I was in paradise
Because I couldn’t see my dusty past
As I walked on the road.
Walking on gravel roads made me feel like
I was wearing big boots that couldn’t
Make me walk properly