Nails digging deep.
Driven like promise, BABY GIRL-strive.
I grit. I sweat.
For something more…
Brighter than the moment,
A cultivated truth.
Harvested, kept.
I bite my lip, sore.
Hold my tongue.
Fighting bubbling thoughts.
Resist urge coupled by urge.
One foot in front of another.
I’s got Viking blood.
Don’t catch my internal sigh,
Tired, aching, raw and battered.
Only onward, only upward.
O til the day I die ; )

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