And Still, I will never stop.

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 the agony of my broken skin.

No, they are 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. Till there's no breath left in my lungs. I will die with dirt beneath my fingernails.