by Valerie Denay Staton

I have walked through thunder, let rain write stories on my skin. Felt the ache of heavy stones, linger in my bones.
Still—I am standing.
Every scar became a furrow and every tear, a seed. What tried to bury me only taught me how to push through the dirt. Push through the dirt and reach for the sun!
I am not made of surrender. I am strong. I am resilient. I am…unbroken.
this was beautiful, right on time . I’ll cary this with me throughout my day
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Thank you. Prayers for a day full of blessings and joy.
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