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Good Blessings

I tumbled headfirst yet I still keep  
My footing on stable ground.  
The light was there as I was deep  
In the darkness. I was crowned  
With so many blessings even as  
The blessings turned ugly and had  
Thorns, but my foot was on the gas
Pedal going through all the bad  
Patches and weeds trying to slow  
Me down. I held my head high  
As the constant ebb and flow  
Was trickling. Saying goodbye  
Was right there on my tongue,  
But the blessings kept coming
And made me forever young.  
I was walking instead of running  
Towards everything I was once  
Afraid of. Nothing is diminishing  
My spirits or keeps me from the suns
As I am one step closer to finishing.
eswaller
Written by eswaller
Published | Edited 20th Nov 2022
Author's Note
Entry for Blessed Rise Happy soul competition.
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