In this nearly unbearable cold
shivering, fighting for a better life.
Moving forward is hard
at times I feel like I’m making no progress.
I look back once in a while, I realize
I’m actually quite far from where I started
and a better person than I was before
I began this lonely, dark journey.
I strive to go forward, no matter
how intense the pain and loss of security
because it will end in clear, sunny skies
with no more fighting, no more shivering.