Write on...

When is it foolish to wait? To hope? To imagine something better than reality? Is it still called a dream when there is no light at the end of the tunnel? It it worth to hope when you can see the light but the end of the tunnel is nowhere near in sight? One step will lead you closer and the wrong step will lead you farther. The heaviness in my chest tells me to fight on and struggle when others simply give in. But how long can you fight for? How long can you be knocked down and still have strength to stand? Here I stand against all odds human made or greater still. Trying not to bend against someone else's will. The strongest will is my own. I refuse to fall, refuse to back down. If they knock me off my feet and on my knees I fall, I will refuse their whims. I will walk on my knees, not crawl. No one in history is remembered for being weak or frail. My armor is my conviction. My beliefs help me carry on. I will persevere. I will move on.