Whenever I feel stuck,
I remember that I can change.
I don’t have to stay where I am,
Continue to do what I can’t stand,
Pretend to like those that don’t like me.
Yes, sometimes I get low,
And things get dark,
But like the flowers that bloom
Once winter has ended,
I am not buried in darkness.
I am a seed.
I will rise with grace and wisdom.
I will become more,
Than what I once was.
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