This Soul of Mine.

Pity parties and depression.

Wrapped all up in my emotions.

Feeling's are hurting with no medicine for alleviation. 

Visions and dreams. This soul of mine.

Is overflowing with ideas, not bound by lies.

I've grown and matured. Now, I'm here.

It is only my choice to continue to soar from here.

I acknowledge. I change. I look fear in the face.

I start. I walk. I run. I thrive. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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