Bring me the thread of my woes,
and the needles of my pain.
Let me sew out a gown,
with all those scars they’ve made.
Let heartache be the glue
for the shiny dust of untruth.
Laces of broken promises;
the border; what holds the loops.
Let me string my tears together
and make jewels out of my blood.
The negativity; its clasp; all painted golden,
with gloves; their judgment; for my hands.
Let me stand there in my story,
’cause they’ll give me the Sword of the Brave.
They’ll put upon me the Crown for Resilience,
when I’m the Queen, someday.
Let the challenges shape a better ‘you,’ on your way to your goal
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