A sense of gratitude;
For every scar that taught me how to love again and again
For every battle that nurtured me to be soft
For every difficult choice that opened the door to liberation
For every rejection that pushed me to chase my goals
For every insult that hit home and humbled
For every shadow that drove me to question
In reflection; a realisation…
It was all placed there to strengthen
Warriors don’t just become overnight
Warriors are a constant work in motion.
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