I'm Still Here Poem by Mark Heathcote

With the battle-weary resilience of a Tardigrade
Allow me to endure each moment of each day.
I might not suffer cabin fever all too well, folks.
But I've survived thus far, and I remain unfazed.
Sure, I've hungered in the basements of despair.
And I stubbed my toe at every twist and turn.
I've nearly thrown in the towel a thousand times.
'But look, I'm still here.'

I'm facing each obstacle as it appears.
Okay, my brain has been frazzled-
And at times, I've unravelled like a fishing spool.
Tied up in knots, not moving forward or back
I've disentangled myself, and I've unpicked many locks.
I thought it would never be unlocked.
I've solved many problems.
But with each problem, I've vehemently steered.

I've grown stronger and cheered myself on.
Yes, 'I'm still here.'
'How I am, ' I'll never know or understand.
You see, even when the white flags hoisted
There is an elasticity that pulls me back.
Back from the brink of no return;
That's proud to shout out that I'm not perfect!
But somehow, 'I'm still here.'