Reflections
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Every rose has its thorns
Show me yours
And I’ll show you hands
That are willing to bleed
Do not ask the world to be gentle
Ask yourself to be steady
The storm cannot touch
A mind anchored within itself
Fate is the sculptor
And you are the marble
Endure the chisel
And you will become something worth enduring
You are a bridge of your own making
Cross yourself with patience
Planks break, ropes fray
Still, you hold
You are the echo
Of every choice you buried
Listen closely,
Even silence tells the truth
There is a version of you
Dying to be born
But birth requires sacrifice
And you keep clinging to the old skin
The self is a shifting mirror
Reflecting what it longs to be
Do not trust the image
Trust the one who wonders
