the point is that i am still moving.

a poem about the way progress is not only forward motion.

Photo by Xuan Nguyen on Unsplash

one day,

it will all make sense —

or it won’t. i’m not one

to know what will happen

until i get there, but

i do know that i

will get there.

the only way any of us

can fail is if we hault our

progress by stopping

altogether, and

there is nothing i refuse to do

more than give up.

even if i’m backing up

and fixing where i went wrong,

the point is that i am

still moving.

not every moment

has to be filled with forward motion

in order to be

worth your

while.

☽