Today, I don’t feel beautiful.

Today, I don’t feel exceptional.

I feel broken + lost


trapped beneath the surface.

I feel hopeless.

I feel bland.


I feel despair.

I feel fear

so much fear.

I feel desperate.

I feel tattered


The road less traveled has left me bruised, scraped, thorns in my feet.

So I make a crown

with these thorns

and carry on.

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