Poem: Breathe Again

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Breakdown to breakthrough, 

She learnt to breathe again,

She shed layer upon layer of heavy yesterdays.

Nothing was perfect, sometimes they'd show up,

In the corners of her frightened mind,

She'd see them committing crimes.

But she'd sacredly pause, she'd breathe alive,

Eventually, she'd bravely set them alight.

Like a bonfire in a cold, November night,

The shadows would always burn to the ground. 


Relentlessly stubborn, they wouldn't give up 

But she was always stronger

Than the overwhelming avalanche. 

Within her soul she knew,

She'd carried the strength of those

Who'd come before and had left in dark June.

She wouldn't be defeated by the ominous dark,

She'd bravely fight and take its mask down;

She'd challenge the shadows to be exiled far

And forever be banished under the searing sun. 


Her light was magnetic, her commitment strong,

Deep inside she'd always known

She'd one day create the life she was born for. 

She'd always move forward, that's who she was,

Resilient and determined, 

No one could deter her from her goals. 

Her inner compass would guide her through,

She met wanderers who encouraged her too.

She felt alive, peace in her heart,

Her soul was aligned, she'd unapologetically arrived.



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