Still Walking I Never Let Go Of Myself

At dawn when the rain refused to stop,
my shoes were always soaked.
Not even knowing where I was heading, I kept moving toward
the road ahead.
The question, "Are you doing okay?"
always arrived far too late.
And the single word, give up, breathed quietly behind my back.
Still, the reason I never stopped was because at the end of this road,
I could faintly see
the person I would become.
I am still here
without falling apart.
Standing once again
on top of my scars.
The stronger the wind became,
the deeper my footsteps grew.
And what remained until the end was a heart still facing forward.
There was not much left in my hands,
and nowhere left to turn back.
The days I smiled through the pain became strength within my soul.
Even without a single voice believing in me.