Faith

These tears, they come easily.
Like leaves fluttering in a breeze.
They flow, like a river to the ocean.
Like steam that has never been released.

I don't know how long it will take,
But I'm sure, because I believe
That one day, I will sail
On a ship my faith has created.

These chains, I'd be free of;
They melt and shall fasten no longer.
My belief is so strong that it holds all their tongues
And the weights of burdens shall torment no more.

But I fear, my patience won't wait for me.

I'm rewriting this poem and keeping the last line.
Will be back with changes.