Still I Showed Up

Even though my heart was bleeding,
Even though my feet dragged like chained iron,
Even though their eyes were knives —
And I dared not meet their stare —
Still, I showed up.

Even though the skies hung low,
Heavy with shame, dripping silence,
Even though my heart buckled
And my mind folded its arms —
Refusing to rise, refusing to reason —
Still, I showed up.

Even though my soul staggered
At the weight of memory,
Even though the door outside
Crept open like a reluctant friend,
Even though shadows clung to me like old scars —

Still, I showed up.

Because showing up
Is sometimes all we have.
It is the first yes,
The fragile seed of courage,
The broken hallelujah
Whispered at midnight.

The hour of nothing,

The hour of everything —

And still,I showed up.

Sr. Esther Koros 

#Show up regardless of the situation. It eventually comes to pass.