I look at my hands each night
and thank them for sculpting the man i am becoming
the one i strive to be
an empty canvas which I paint every night
creating an image of my greatest project: myself
one who does not look away when it is hard
does not pretend to not see
stands for whats right
continues trying to fly despite the risk of falling
as long as i keeping running to that light
even crawling in moments when my feet cannot sustain my weight
to keep going even when my knees have been cut by the sharp shards of time
I’ve learnt to pick myself up
moving at my own pace, whatever speed that may be
that is enough for me to feel proud
I will not give up