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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