I still, and I will never stop. 

Days the cinder blocks earnestly pull me back,

I will drop to my knees.

But I will not stop.

My dearest son,

I will crawl, digging my fingernails, into the earth.

I will be exhausted 

I may bleed

I may cry

But my tears aren’t from my agony

Broken skin

For my dearest son,

I am already in pain, 

I don’t cry to quit, 

I don’t cry because I’m in pain, 

I cry to keep going, 

Until there’s no breath left in my lungs,

I will die with dirt beneath my fingernails

I am not afraid.