Who am I? A question with a million answers.

I contain rough edges; there are parts of me that grip the road ahead

Even when things get slippery.

Dependent on myself, moving forward through the ups and downs.

Rolling through the peaks and valleys life may bring me,

Passing through curves and over potholes,

Thriving under pressure with my strong grip and durability.

Whether a smooth highway or rough terrain,

Keeping things running steadily sticking with the plan,

Always on the road looking forward to what lies ahead.

Temporary brakes, resuming speed while still on the voyage,

But the journey doesn’t always run smoothly.

There have been times where there has been a nail,

I run over it and must face the uneven road ahead.

The air releasing and the tension building, I must pause to fix myself

But I know they will never stop me because I am built tough.

Even though I am strong enough to bear the nails, they leave a hole in me for the rest of my journey

Affecting the way, I have to move in life.

The vast road will lead to bigger and better.

I must keep following no matter what is ahead, making my own choices of where to turn,

Directing the path of where to go next, and what the road ahead of me holds.

So, you may still wonder what my answer to the question with a million answers is?

I am a tire.