Sometimes when I look into the mirror I see the girl I used to be
Sometimes I look and see a shadow of my former self, the person that is me
I know the dreamer is still in there, even though she might be hiding
I have to hold true to the belief that my soul is still abiding
Each day I make the choice to wallow in my sorrows
Or to wage war against the woes of my unruliest tomorrows
But I could also make the choice to stoke the fire again
And rekindle the magic I once felt whenever my hand met the pen
Spill my soul and all my reveries out onto the page
Blend and mix my blood with ink, stand upon this stage
And become...
Relentless and resplendent.
Rise up and be...effervescent.
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