Resilience, Persistence, Incestence
Here I sit with what I brought
In a stranded prediciment I am caught
Yet with no posession attached
No physical thing can match
Only the creation of what life has formulated
The charecter adversity has dictated
Who I am is I what I bring
Resilence, Persistence, Instince
With what I Am
Is the future of what I Can
No outside source can help or harm
If my integeral life resounds no alarm
Who I am is what I bring
that is myself, all of my intuition, all of my ability, all of my creativivity
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