Although I cannot see
the rest of the way,
I keep going, always forward,
stepping strongly, raising dust.
Leaving my mark along the path
Always with my head up
never looking down
Getting up if I fall.
Sowing kindness and love
for if someday I have
to take a step back
I’ll never give up
Holding my dream tight,
It won’t matter if I
make my hands bleed
My writing is my voice
and it will remain
when I’m gone.

I love this
Relatable
I like the strength and the vulnerability of character…. Thanks
Thank you for your comment, Alecia.