In spite of it all, I'm still here, in this place; alive, some days and existing on others. The mountains behind me have scarred my hands and feet, though I move on, diligent in my journey toward the peaceful land I must believe awaits somewhere ahead. Hope and determination is all I have that keeps me here. The air in my lungs pushes me forward toward the comfort I know must exist. I will find it. I know I will find it.