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Still You Rise When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies. There burns a flame, though small and shy. A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand-new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal. A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. Yet still you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. The spirit strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk’s not paved in stone. Not every hero wears a crown. Some s...

Anxiety’s Grip As anxiety's heavy fog descends, A weight that presses, never ends. It builds and swirls, a churning sea, Until the storm breaks, and I'm lost in me. The calm before, a fragile peace, A whispered promise, "It won't release." But tension coils, a tightening spring, The anticipation, a heart that clings. The world outside recedes from view, As inner turmoil takes its cue. The thoughts that swirl, a maddening pace, A discordant hum, in a troubled place. In this chaos, I search for a shore, A place to anchor, and be still once more. But like a ship in a tempest-tossed night, I'm driven by waves, without a guiding light. The attack arrives, a crushing weight, A suffocating grip, a desperate fate. The breath that falters, the heart that races, A mind that's lost, in frantic, fearful places. But slowly, gradually, the storm subsides, The waves recede, and I step outside. The weight lifts, and I breathe once more, A fragile calm, on shaky ground I s...