Thriving spirit

My last poem

Always falling short
Feeling out of sort
Always feeling taut
The road is foggy and impossible to scout
Want to stand and shout
I'm still standing
I'll fight one more bout
I don't care anymore how things go
Even if I fail multiple times in row
I'll stand tall
I'll never fall
I'll remain hanging on my last straw
I'll keep fighting
Till my total counting reach a shocking draw
Then I'll keep on winning
My hopes lies on me there is no other place for pining
And when I reach the end of the road
I'll release all my heavy load
I'm finally here
My past self can you see me can you hear
We made it.