I used to be normal. Like an average human being.
I walked. And i walked. I ran. Towards my goal.
My luck. I fell.
Got up. I got a cut.
I stood up.
I looked at the scar the cut had left me with.
I am scared. Afraid of falling.
I paused and look around the people passing me. Envy envelopes.
I said: “I need to observe the road. I need time”
Oh how long have i been here.
“I am trying”
They say mistakes indicate that you’re trying. You are not making a mistake.
Took baby steps.
I walked. And i walked. Slowly now.
I stayed there. I cried. Refused to get up.
The sight of my goal diminishes.
Hanging on to a thin thread of hope.
Tears dried up. I got up.
I tried. I knew i tried hard. Brave.
I am walking now. Slowly.
And i am still walking.