Poem: Still here

I'm still here.

I'm not moving or scurrying away once I see a storm about to come.

I will plant myself and make my own shelter,

Becuase I plan to stay.

I'm rooting myself deep into this soil.

Nothing will scare me away

And nothing has, because I'm still here.

Every day and every waking hour, my soul travels an inch closer to the clouds

I can feel the rain beating against my mind and my will

but I'll continue pushing until---

I say, "enough".

But I'm not satisfied yet.

They say that I'm not going to beat it; beat the enemy within me

But I will tell them with my ventures that I CAN.

/And one day when I stand before God

I'll say, "Of all the things that I did wrong, at least I never gave up trying".