The Long Road

I set my sights on progress slow,  

Where steps are steady, and growth is low.  

Each inch forward feels like a mile,  

Though I push on, my spirit in trial.  

The goal’s a whisper, far from here,  

A faint glimmer—close, then unclear.  

I yearn for leaps, for swift relief,  

Yet find no shortcut to my belief.  

The journey stretches, one breath at a time,  

With no fast-forward, no perfect rhyme.  

So here I walk, no dash, no race,  

Each patient step, a quiet grace.  

One day at a time, I’ll make my way,  

Trusting in the slow of day by day.