The grey is gone, the blue has come
and the light we can see.
The dark is far, left behind
we can’t see it anymore.
We are brave, we are strong.
Behind the clouds,
there’s the sun shining for us.

©Femurbones

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I will remind myself (Again and again):
Of how worthy I am, how precious my soul remains, no matter what. Dear self, do not fear. Be calm. You’re being shaped by unseen hands and molded gently through fire and times. This path may feel heavy, but don’t drown in the waves of worry. For every ache is permission to grow and every silence is space for grace to flow.