Learn to trust the darkness that your soul has seen.
Accept that this life of overextending yourself turned you into the limber dancer that you are.
You have run the mile and seen the demons, there is no greater fear that you have not overcome.
Your soul has seen and landed on its feet every single time. This time is no different.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
