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Resilience


Inhale.

My hands shake, my head aches, my chest heaves. 

Panic, fear, doubts are all I hear. 

It’s a silent but seen demon that creeps, and steals and ruins. 

It gave me more than pain- it taught me the brilliance that’s in the resilience I use 

Every

Single

Day.

Anxiety doesn’t define me, I’m now “I’m on cloud nine” me. 

One step at a time, I’m doing fine, on that negativity I’ll have to decline.

Exhale. 

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