Persistence is her name (a poem)

I hate 

to say it,

to admit

that it’s true,

but no matter how many times

we hear it said

or whisper it to ourselves,

it may not get better.

There are struggles,

there are challenges,

there are diseases,

there are disadvantages

that may never go away.

In the face of this reality 

we must promise

to never leave one another

abandoned,

isolated,

forsaken

on this often

treacherous journey

we are on

together.

It may not get better,

but we will not be

alone.

- bshivers