I am... trying.


United States
41° 36' 35.8956" N, 87° 32' 40.308" W

Imperfection. That means flawed. 

Doing all that you can day in and day out,

living the struggle.


They see you trying, they don't see you crying when you are staying up late after work.

Employee. Wife. Student. Everything. To everyone.


But where there is reason, there is hope.

The faith they have in you, should match the faith you have in you. 

That is why I do it. Why I try. Why I always, always want more. 


Wake up, go to work. Work, work, work. Go home. Study, study, study.

Do this, do that, try this, try that, wear this, wear that, say this, say that. 


And then I look over, on the other side of the couch and see him. 

My best friend, cheering me on through all of it. 

My hero, my Soldier, my rock. And I know I got this. 


The expectations are high, sky high. The pressure I apply will help me fly. 

I am a woman, hear me roar because nothing will stop me from being 

exactly who I am destined to be. 


Life may not have gone exactly as I had planned,

but it is exactly what I deserve because I feel loved.


I feel hope.


I know what my future holds,

and my future holds exactly what I want it to. 

And until it does, I will keep trying. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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