Whether the rain pours,
hail falls,
and mud seeps inside my shoes,
I always walk.
Whether there's a better,
easier way
to reach where I'm trying to go,
I always walk.
Whether there are hands extended
or faceless shame,
ever since the age of three
I always walk.
Whether you care,
whether the wind is at my back,
I've never been carried,
I always walk.
Even when my mother cries,
even if my father dies,
if my children are my own,
they will walk
close behind.
Whether love
or pollen
pollutes the air
and my red eyes can no longer see,
I will always walk.
Whether the song I sing
is one that you know,
or one that you don't care to hear,
I always walk.
Cars go rushing by,
people pass in silence.
Like the potholes you swerve to avoid,
I persist.
I fell once;
I crawled and begged for a hand,
but I was held down and convinced
I would never walk again.
Then I stood;
On that day,
with vindication in the breath I exhaled,
I swore to always walk -
and even God took note.
