Tomorrow, again tomorrow
Creeping the fear within
Unknown of the next minute
Increases the anxiety within.
Words words words
Question the decisions made
Still the crave for the rigidness
Only wavers me a bit
Standing tall like a tree
Despite not knowing what next
Striving forward with trust
Not just me but a lot more.
Am I fragile
Weak minded or indecisive
Even with the thorns
The pillar is still as strong as a bark.
This too shall pass
A mantra that's been repeated
Everything falls in place
Just as it always have been.
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