We are moving along,
Even though we
Want to quit—there is
No sign of stopping.
Our footprints
Trail behind us,
Letting us know where
We've been, how far
We've come, up until
That history gets
Blown away, then we
Make more—while keeping
Our thoughts of perseverance
Out of the wind
And we move, hoping that
One day we'll reach
The end of our erasure,
And our footprints will be
Cemented, showing ourselves—
And everyone else—the
Determination
We needed to maintain.