It all started the day I chose to follow,
the day I decided to choose between the world and its Creator.
At that moment, faith was beside me,
hiding behind the shadow of my own shadow.
Until it defeated my doubt and took hold of me.
That's when my soul had an epiphany,
and my heart pounded for God.
My faith was sharp as a new sword.
But suddenly, the world laughed,
as if it saw me falling into a pit of infinite sin.
As I closed my eyes and ears to ignore the earth's mockery,
days felt like decades as I slipped into doubt.
Doubt gave me a deadly stare, piercing my soul,
bringing fear, and the entire tapestry began to fray.
I'm lost in my own thoughts, tangled in my beliefs.
Worldly whispers accuse me of hypocrisy
as I try to show my faith on the outside.
But my faith has rusted from doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem