Though my eyes are clenched tightly shut,
by instinct or sheer fright,
I walk on.
Though darkness squeezes my veins,
turning scarlet to violet,
I march on.
Though petrified by the daunting unknown,
craving to collapse and quiver,
I press on.
Though completely aware of the threats,
heaped upon my head like coals,
I tread on.
Though scoffed and pointed and laughed at,
maltreated by ones I love dearly,
I surge on.
Though burdened with weights of weakness,
weary, but stirred by spirit,
I go on.
Though outwardly my flesh is wasting away,
renewal flows inside, and by faith,
I live on.