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The wind whipped ferociously
As I stood at the precipice of hope
Undeterred, I howled the last of my anguish
Into the face of the unknown
Every tortuous deed released
As I reclaimed myself
Dreams no longer just for beggars and fools
I have been awakened
Published 14th Feb 2024
| Edited 20th Oct 2024
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Copyright @ Her 2024. All rights reserved.
10/20/24 - comments open. They weren’t before. I’m in a much better place now.
10/20/24 - comments open. They weren’t before. I’m in a much better place now.
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20th Oct 2024 9:07pm
hello beautiful Her I'm you know this is very empowering I love the hope here too...❤️
20th Oct 2024 9:47pm
Hi, beautiful Brenda.
Thank you so much. A lot has changed since I wrote this (for the better).
Thank you so much. A lot has changed since I wrote this (for the better).
21st Oct 2024 5:40am
Dear H,
Powerful write. The feeling of release and reclaiming your sense of self is very prevalent and inspirational. I like that you let the universe take that pain and lift you back up. Fab write. H🌷
Powerful write. The feeling of release and reclaiming your sense of self is very prevalent and inspirational. I like that you let the universe take that pain and lift you back up. Fab write. H🌷
21st Oct 2024 10:39am
