Keep Going

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The road seems too long, the mountain too high.

I feel like I’ve walked this barren wasteland

half of my life- past the wood homes, past the small

lakes of water. I feel like I’ve been struggling in this

desperation for too long.

I could think of a thousand reasons to give up:

the road too tough to maneuver

not having the skills needed to navigate

that voice in my ear that keeps saying

that no one would notice my presence.

That failure and success are illusions.

That nothing is permanent anyway:

I can’t make those I love stay.

The movie of succeeding is a farce.

Yet, I was never a quitter.

I never needed someone else to save me.

I am the woman in the threadbare sandles.

Carrying a simple pack.

I can’t stop going: in dreams, I’ve seen the promised land.