Twenty one days in a row I have gone to the gym.
I write down my scores.
Each day I attempt to surpass the day prior.
I have studied Farsi for 8 hours, 55 minutes.
I have studied Pashto for 9 hours 15 minutes.
I learn a bit more.
I start to be able to read a bit, some of the
letters I recognize and know what sounds they make
some words I know and can use.The languages use the same alphabet, though
most or perhaps all the words are different.Each day I study.Each day I work out.
No one understands how bad I am at languages.
Or how weak I am.
But I persevere.
That they see.
They see my belief.
Shining through
the dust of my ignorance
and my weakness.
My belief will carry me
to where that dust is long gone.
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