I am childless

I am motherless

I am imperfect, but forever trying to improve

I am friend to those who treat me fair, and foe to those who don't

I am wild like stormy winds, but soft as a buttercup in spring sunshine

I am strong as a Roman stone bridge, but shatter like a stained-glass window

I have travelled the globe, but am still trapped in my own head

I will myself to continue, despite the opinions of the world

I wobble when I walk, but walk regardless

Despite everything,

I persist.