Keep Going

She walks through mornings thick with fog,
her steps tracing paths she’s traveled before,
lost eyes scanning the horizon for a crack of light,
for a reason to trust in the rise of another day.

She picks up broken shells and weathered stones,
pieces of stories that ended too soon,
or were never told,
wondering if they hold a map
to a place she's never quite found.

All around her are shadows of dreams.
Some she lost,
some that shattered before her eyes,
and some she still holds,
each one an echo of a future
that might have been.

Somewhere in her chest, something stirs,
the first notes of a song just beginning,
telling her that maybe there is still a place
for hope.

And in the dim light,
she feels a small, steady pull,
a whispering voice that says

Keep going.