I look back at all the heartache and pain
no more tears rolling down my face
nothing but lessons learned and wisdom to gain
these emotions I will sit with and embrace
stepping into my power one day at a time
Like a phoenix, I'll spread my wings and rise
each treacherous mountain I will climb
my soul tribe hears my battle cries
With my heart renewed and my head held high
more focused on my own instead of worldly lies
Nothing can withstand the tests of life
shaping and molding me into my truth
the light that pours through me as sharp as a knife
my life path is my living proof…
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Annetta Brown
With pen in hand and heart laid bare, I write a chronicle of experiences, transforming the ordinary into extraordinary verses that resonate with the universal rhythms of existence.
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