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When it feels like you have nothing going for you

Talents to waste

Skills standing idle

Memory of days when you felt good about who you were based on reality meeting what you hoped

It feels like a mixture of relief and sadness

When you stop feeling like you have something you need to fear of losing

Small things start to feel like victory

You get told no no no no no until one day yes

And it’s hard to believe

Yet belief is what’s kept you going

Still strong while the tide isn’t slowing and rain starts flowing through walls of garbage and collective rust of disuse fades by the sign of relief

Amidst a storm in a story we find a Symphony

Awaiting us is our destiny