Myself, my emotions and expectations

Where it seemingly doesn’t belong will be my smile

Even the fear I feel that often leads to hesitations

Is going to form part of this victorious mile

I’ve ran, walked and crawled to get here

For my poorly carried baggage, I’m sorry

There’s no guarantees which is all too clear

Confronted by a sense of doom, sick and worry

Yet giving up was never a choice

Survival an art in disguise

Focusing through the noise

Avoiding my demise

Pulling through

With sheer grit

Staying true

Making it fit