It runs through my veins

in avenues and rivulets

collecting in my subconscious

It sweeps through me

like fire

without heat or pain

It spurs me on

 driving my creativity

reminding me that I’m worth it

Where once there was the poison of negativity

there is now an elixir of hope

‘Tis an intricate veil of wonder

this thing called self-belief

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