You didn’t ask for the storm,
but you stood in it.
Hands raw,
eyes steady,
heart like a lantern
flickering but lit.

The road bent,
the weight pressed,
but you kept walking —
not because it was easy,
but because you knew
what mattered
was forward.

There’s no map for this,
no promise of smooth ground.
Only the truth
that you’ve come this far,
and that’s enough
to keep going.