Walk of Life // Poetry

Walk of Life

My feet hurt,
There’s a pebble in my shoe
That I can’t get out.
No one can see it.

The mountains still loom,
They look taller now,
The path stretches infinitely
Bending this way and that.

Sometimes the pain is unbearable,
Sometimes you barely know it’s there.
With no one by your side,
You march on alone.

But on and on I go.


Ruth Fox is studying Sport Science at the University of Hertfordshire. 

Hi, my name is Ruth Fox and I’m 18 years old. For the past 4 years, I’ve been living two very different lives. There’s the life on the outside – the one which everyone sees, the one where I’m a confident, outgoing and motivated individual radiating positive vibes and laughing all the time. The other one is plagued with crippling depression, an illness I first encountered as a naive and innocent 14 year old.

A disease I’ve had to live with and deal with every single day. Some days are unbearably hard, you think, “what’s the point?” “why me?” “I’m not strong enough for this,” other days you just grit your teeth and get on with it. No day is easy. However, I genuinely believe that all things happen for a reason, and I know possess a mental strength very few have, a resilience that enables me to undertake any hurdle in front of me. My aim is to now help other people in similarly dark places, to let them know that it will be ok; asking for help is by no means a weakness. Having gone through the tough times, the good times seem even better. Stay strong people!

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