08/12/2026
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Dry those tears
You are bigger than your fears
Fear is an elaborate death of self
Trust is the rebirth
You are far more capable than you realize
It’s the self doubt
The anxiety
That riddle your bones
Will you shine in the light
And be the beacon of hope you’ve been calling for?
Or will you wither in the darkness
Hoping and praying for a savior
That already exists?