Deserted Resilience

I often forget that there are many people,
Melancholic souls, akin to my own.
Laboring amidst the same grains of sand,
Spitting it out merely to be engulfed by it once more.

I feel for those around me.
Digging a hole while striving to ascend is quite a feat.
In the end,
We are all together in this arid wilderness.

Even if the sand is sweltering,
Even if your legs are aching,
Our bones are not hollow.
We will not float.

So I need you all to keep climbing.
Even if it feels like you aren’t yielding results.
Because you are making so much progress,
Just by staying alive.