Sixteen Weeks of Strength
Sixteen weeks felt like climbing a hill,
With textbooks open and quiet nights still.
Math stared back, a mountain to scale,
But I fought through the numbers—I would not fail.
Mornings began with three sleepy faces,
Packing lunches, not forgetting Chromebooks in backpacks.
Their laughter reminded me of my why,
Even when the hours dragged and my shoulders sighed.
Work came calling, deadlines loomed,
Tasks and chores filled every room.
Yet, between the chaos, I made space,
To dream of success, to keep up the pace.
Sobriety anchored me, firm and strong,
Each “no” is a verse in my own redemption song.
There were moments of doubt, but I stayed true,
For myself, my children, and the life we’d renew.
Essays written by a weary hand,
Inspired by Lewis and Oz, I took a stand.
Each book became a friend, a guide,
Their lessons of courage carried me inside.
Sixteen weeks, and still I rise,
Through sleepless nights and tearful cries.
A mother, a student, with dreams in sight,
Juggling life, yet holding on tight.
Each step I’ve taken, each choice I’ve made,
Carved a path for my future, stone by spade.
Through love, through grit, I’ve come this far,
Sixteen weeks of proving just how strong we are.