perseverance

A friend asked me to believe. He asked me to be patient. He asked me to hang on. He’s one of the reasons I’m making the long walk up from the depths of my recent depression.
In these last few days, my courage has wavered. I have been plagued with doubts and fear. But, at my best, I am a woman of hope and tenacity. I am a survivor, a warrior, a mystic, a sage.
And so I wait.

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