200 DAYS, 200 WAYS

I’ve barely started to walk, feet ache still figuring out how to make a poem. Some lines come easy while some stuck but I keep running round the clock. Each day might pull me a different way some soft with hope and some hard to say. But if I show up with a heart in hand I’ll find my voice and learn to stand. Each step I take a day Leads me home, a place I'd like to be Hurdles may come I know, never will I sway For I know each step adds to the true me.