My bones are weary
I wonder if they will crumble
My blood is racing
I fear I may stumble
My chosen path is steep
I have to keep climbing
The end is in sight
But my hope is dwindling
I know I should fight
But my light is diminishing
Anxiety is blurring my sight
But I can’t let it be crippling
Keep breathing
Hold on
Fight
Believe in the light
Clear my eyes
Focus my sight
Defeat is not my destiny
Undefeated,
You stand.
Against the wind,
You go forward.
Knocked down,
You rise.
Commanded to silence,
You speak.
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That’s beautiful, Robert 💗
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Abbie – undefeated
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Such a hopeful poem, Abbie. Very good to hear that! 🙂 Fight the anxiety. I believe in you.
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Indeed NOT! Your destiny is far greater and more wonderous than you ever could have imagined. I think you will find ways to embrace the greatness of the potential you have. I really do. I see it already happening in so many ways ❤
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No, defeat is not your destiny. And don’t forget, there are others behind you, in case you fall, so you don’t fall all the way. *hugs* ❤
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I really needed to hear that today ❤
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*hugs* You’re not alone, sweetie.
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