THE CLIMB WITHIN

When the mountain looms too high to scale today, Seek not defeat, but find another way. For, there will be hill awaiting your eager stride, A path less steep, where dreams and hopes collide.

Should morning bring you sorrow, linger still, Embrace the warmth of bed, a gentle thrill. For heavy days, like burdens, may descend, Yet plans can shift, to be gently mended.

No shame in rearranging time’s design, Nor let your worth be diminished by a change benign. Same as when showers sting like needles, and you’re worn, Wear still your proud crown that may be weathered but unsworn.

A single day, a fleeting breath in time, Not equal to a lifetime’s grand design. Rest, is not laziness, as there is wisdom in retreat, in having a quiet pause to heal a fractured beat.

The world spins on, relentless in its dance, While you recalibrate, realign, enhance. The mountain waits, unyielding, patient, true, For when you’re ready, it will welcome you.

Remember this: four fingers, strong and sure, Can shield the thumb, a promise to endure. And friendships weave a safety net so wide, Where trust and care converge on life’s grand tide.

So stand tall, matter greatly, as you do, For you’re a constellation, shining through. And when the weight of days feels hard to bear, never be afraid to take the load off.

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