To know you are capable, standing upright,

To meet every challenge and walk through the night, when you choose to keep stepping through the road, you look at the burden and lighten the load.

For you exhaust the exhaustion until it must yield, And you fully bloom in an open, green field— A butterfly painted in colours of grace,

Loved by the world as you step into space.

Because you have looked deep inside at your cost, and learned your own worth is a thing never lost.

They whisper that stress is a rule of the climb, A tax you must pay to the passing of time— But that is a myth that we choose to recast,

For you hold the power to break it at last.

You pop it, you burst it, you scatter the cloud, and step through the noise of the cynical crowd, to anchor your feet where the grass is still wet, and live in the moment that hasn't passed yet.

The body and brain, and the mind and the heart, are no longer pulling your spirit apart;

They align in a chorus, a beautiful chime,

When you regulate yourself in the crises of crisis.

For wellness is found when the storm starts to press, and you choose to remember your own worthiness. You count up the pieces that made your heart glad,

Reclaiming the joy that you already had.

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