How our souls are fed.

Each little step matters,
When you know the journey’s long.
Each little light breaking through,
The darkness, keeps you strong.
Such strange things you will celebrate,
When the days are shrouded grey.
Things that have seemed nothing,
Once upon a day,
Are suddenly the push you need,
To inspire your legs to tread.
This is how our mind works,
And how our souls are fed.