Hard Won Miracles

With every step, a sharp reminder,
Pain in my foot, and aches that linger.
Yet, forward I tread with aching back,
Trudging over this life's long track.

Through each grimace and careful gait,
I ponder the load of my current state.
Each step's a battle, a war hard-won,
Under the grind of this world’s thumb.

We all walk to our own type of drum,
Bearing burdens that beat us numb.
Yet in some of us, something stirs,
A resilience that quietly spurs.

Miracles aren't for those that are meek,
They're for those who dare to seek
Beyond the pain, the toil, the strife,
To find wonder in this pain-filled life.

Each overcoming, a story told,
Of silent battles, brave and bold.
For every hardship we walk through,
We find miracles; hard won and true.