
A quiet storm within me brews,
Not war, but growth, through every hue.
No foe to vanquish, no love to lose,
Just paths to walk, and dreams to choose.
Each doubt I face, a stepping stone,
A chance to rise, to claim my own.
Through every trial, I come to see—
The only limit here is me.
The voice within, both fierce and kind,
Guides my heart, reshapes my mind.
For every fall, I learn to soar,
A stronger self than ever before.
No fear can hold, no shadow stays,
I’ll turn my nights to brighter days.
Me against myself, not war, but art—
The journey home to my truest heart.
About the Creator
F.R.B.
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Thank you so much for being transparent about using AI 😊