Having days 

Where there was no recognizing myself

Day i stood in the mirror

See only exhortation

My hands shaking

Form holding in everything

For a long time

The want to stop 

The want to lay down

In the middle of my life

Wanting the world to move one

Without me in it

Something small 

Something stubborn

Was telling me to keep going

The flicker of hope

The whispering of responsibility

The memories of who i want to be 

If i can make it through

So i kept going anyway

Not happy 

Not confidently

But honestly 

One breathe

One step

One heartbeat

At a time

But somehow 

It was good enough

– E. J.