Springing Forward to Spring
Winter,
I laid, terrified.
People pass by,
unafraid of what awaits them.
I walked with no purpose.
They burned with confidence.
I stayed in the safety of the shade.
They were concerned,
I was withdrawn.
“Believe” they said.
“How?” I asked.
Simply “Believe in yourself”
Hard, no matter how easy they made it look.
But eventually..
In Spring,
I sprung anew.
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