Your shoes are worn out
But you are still walking on
The sweat, flowing and trickling down your face
Proof of how hard you are trying
The lump in your throat as you try to hold back the tears
Your eyes threatening to let it all out
Your hands, not soft like what they'd imagine
They have blisters, evidence of your toiling
Your feet, sore from all the moving
Back and forth you wander looking for something
I can see it, I may not feel it the way you do
But it's clear,
It's clear that you are trying
It's all visible, you are doing it
Tell me what that is if not strength
Tell me what it is if not courage
Is the reward too far?
No, this time it's not
Just a little while and you'll get there.
You'll be proud of you and I'll also be proud of you too.
YOU ARE READING
A Thought A Day
Poetrya collection of random thoughts that I've been writing, some are poems and some just words put together. *Cover design from Canva
