My Dream’s Weight

Written by: Admin_SheEvo

Meet Maria, a 19-year-old fighting for her future. Every morning for years, she walked two hours to school because her family couldn’t afford transport. Many would have quit – but Maria kept walking. She studied by candlelight when there was no electricity. She passed her exams when others said she couldn’t.

Now in university studying Education Science, her struggle continues. Some days she goes hungry. Some nights she cries from exhaustion. But every morning she gets up again – because she knows education is her way out.

Maria writes poems about her journey. Not fancy words, but raw truth about what it means to grow up poor and keep believing in yourself. Her message is simple:

“When the road is dark and your feet are bleeding, keep walking. Your future is worth every step.”

Her Poem: My Dream’s Weight

Through the storm
I walked
Two hours every day,
The sky wept, the sun blazed,
Through rain that soaked my soul,
And the heat that dried my dreams,
I walked.

The weight of my dream was heavier than the backpack I carried,
My feet blistered, my heart bruised,
Yet each step whispered:
“Keep going, don’t quit”

Four years in the struggle,
Learning in the shadow of hunger,
Tears hidden behind smiles,
A family’s love, but no silver spoon—
Still, I passed
A symbol of my fight,
A victory in a war I didn’t choose.

Now, in the university halls
I’m still walking,
Still fighting,
Still crying at night,
For the family I carry,
For the dreams I hold in my trembling hands.

The weight is still there,
But it doesn’t break me anymore.
The rain still falls,
The sun still burns,
But I’ve learned to dance in both.
Because after the storm,
There’s always a rainbow.

Written by Maria Phiri

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