It will not be easy,
there will be days when
every tick of the clock
will remind you of your failures
you will walk up mountains
despite doubting your ability to climb
but at the top lays your essence of being
nights when you press your face into your pillow
crying away your frustrations into oblivion
there will be mornings when you wake up
but will struggle to get up
because your body has been paralysed with anxiety
you will try to sleep off
disappointment and the anger
there will be afternoons when it seems
like everyone in the world is against you
when they ask are you alright?
and you struggle to find the word yes
when all the nos accumulate
and leave a bitter taste in your mouth
there will be seasons when men pour buckets of water
to quench the fire in your belly
when old flames reignite
after you crawled through flames to put them out
when ghosts of lovers past
haunt the castle you are building for yourself
when your insecurities hunt you down
with pitch forks and torch lights -
looking to set your happiness on fire
But there will be a day when the storm will come
you will refuse to bury your head in the cloud
like an eagle, you will dust off your heavy wings
and fly to greater heights
so breathe love, breathe
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