Therapeutic Poetry; Walk

Hey friends, so I'm making this a ritual, every time I begin doing a fundraiser I will post this poem. I wrote this a while ago and I believe it states what I'm really doing. Hope you all like it, comment me with your thoughts.

Walk

I am a girl,
fighting to live,
fighting against myself
to live.
My mother my best friend
she drew her last
breath.
and left me here to
breath without her.
Courage, my courage laid
with her in that coffin.
Now I walk this gray
path, telling my story.
Hope and strength run through
me.
Many changes occurred for
me to be
this way.
I am a girl with a
story.
My mother made herself
breathe her last breath.
But I will still stand.
My story is to never
take your life.
I walk everyday
without her.
Breathing without her.