There is a past version of you,
that looks with pride,
watching you where you
have reached today.
After all those years,
of struggles and hardships,
humiliation and rejections,
from no one besides you to
help pick up your pieces
scattered wildly on the floor,
from no one to hug you,
or lending a shoulder to cry,
from absolutely nobody present to
acknowledge your then situation,
You know you did it all
by yourself.
You gathered the courage to
pick your already broken self,
You became your moral support,
You built up your strength,
though feeling weak.
You ignited your soul again and again,
everytime you were losing your flame.
Yes, it was you who chose not to give up,
but rise.
Yes, you arrived,
by you, for you.
You are strong,
celebrated, honoured,
loved and cared by
you.
Yes, you know who you are,
you need not be told.
You know well,
You are enough.
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