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🌱 The Garden

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My spirit fractured, shard by shard,…

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My spirit fractured, shard by shard, — By harsh critiques, and battles hard.

My spirit fractured, shard by shard,
By harsh critiques, and battles hard.
Each failure etched, a painful line,
Dimming the light that once was mine.
The laughter stifled, joy suppressed,
A hollow feeling in my chest.
I walked in fear, with hesitant tread,
The ghost of doubt, within my head.
But in the quiet, a gentle hum,
A different future starts to come.
This building back, a slow ascent,
On patient spirit, I am bent.
Not with a bang, but with a tear,
I'll face the world, and conquer fear.
Each careful placement, piece by piece,
To find my inner, lasting peace.
The walls now rise, more firm and true,
A stronger me, emerging through.

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