Pushing On


Electricity pulses through my veins

Like fire and ice leaving a sharp pain

My vision blurs with each darting light

Although I’m going blind I haven’t lost sight

Pushing on despite my bruised ribs and feet

Still standing for what I believe in not taking a seat

Even as my hair, nails, and enamel  thin 

I’ll remain steadfast singing a hymn

Ignoring the crippling fear and insecurity

That oppresses me testing my sanity

Haven’t slept well in days with this insomnia 

And extreme nausea

I’ll lift my voice to the sky

With a shout-my battle cry

Although I may be fatigued 

I’ll obtain the freedom I seek