Still Walking I Never Let Go Of Myself

At dawn when the rain refused to stop,
my shoes were always soaked.
Not even knowing where I was heading, I kept moving toward
the road ahead.
The question, "Are you doing okay?"
always arrived far too late.
And the single word, give up, breathed quietly behind my back.
Still, the reason I never stopped was because at the end of this road,
I could faintly see
the person I would become.