Heartfolk
🌱 The Garden

poem

Confidence

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A steady stride, a head held high, — I meet the world with open eye.

A steady stride, a head held high,
I meet the world with open eye.
My voice rings clear, my purpose bright,
I walk in power, bathed in light.
No fear can hold me, no doubt can bind,
The strength I seek, I've always divined.
A quiet knowing, strong and bold,
A story of my own, to be told.

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