I am conquering my fears this time, I'm holding my head up high.
The shadows that whispered of all I could lose,
Are fading like ghosts in the morning’s bright hues.
For too long I faltered, a prisoner of night,
But I’m turning my face to the edge of the light.
The tremors that haunted the palms of my hands,
Are shifting like tide-water over the sands.
I’m meeting the eyes of the panic I knew,
And finding the courage to finally push through.
No longer a captive to "what if" or "why,"
I’m lifting my chin, I am holding my head high.
The climb may be jagged, the summit may loom,
But I am the fire that’s breaking the gloom.
I’m conquering stillness, I’m claiming my space,
With iron in rhythm and truth in my pace.
The fear is a footnote, the struggle is past—
I’m standing upright, and I’m rising at last.
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Good write F.
thank you
Lovely Friendship this poem show strength in its words, its rhyme and meter very well written and a fave
Thank you
You are most welcome my friend
Good for you.Nice to hear positive affirmations
thank you
Beautiful written and expressed, finding their inner strength and standing proud and strong, a very positive write to read, enjoyed
Thank you, my friend🌹
You're very welcome
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