This poem is based on an experience I had this summer where I faced a block walk up a steep hill, i had already walked nearly 4 miles, it was a hot day, I had no water with me, there was no place to stop and rest. I was tempted to quit, turn around, give up, but I didn’t and I am glad. It was difficult but I made it, slowly, one step at a time. And, as I look back now that was one of my best days, as I felt I had accomplished something that at the time seemed impossible.
Sometimes life is that way. Sometimes we want to just quit, give up, stop caring, stop trying, for just getting through the day seems like we are walking up a steep hill, with no place to stop and take a break, no refreshment or reprieve in sight, but if we keep moving forward, slowly, we will make it—one step at a time.