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Letting Go Of Pride
There was once a girl, head held high,
Pride in her heart, beneath the sky.
Her steps were firm, her voice was strong,
Yet inside, a battle raged long.
For pride, a cloak, she wore with grace,
But beneath its folds, a hidden place.
Where doubts and fears would often hide,
Locked away, deep inside.
Yet in her pride, she found no peace,
For true strength lies in sweet release.
To let go of the mask she wore,
And open up to something more.
So she took a breath, and made a choice,
To listen to that quiet voice.
That whispered softly, “Let it go,
Embrace the truth, let feelings flow.”
With trembling hands, she shed her pride,
And felt the weight lift from inside.
No longer chained by fear’s cruel hold,
Her spirit soared, brave and bold.
For in that moment, she was free,
To love, to live, to simply be.
No longer bound by pride’s cruel snare,
She found her peace in letting care.
So heed her tale, dear friend of mine,
And know that it is not a sign,
Of weakness to let go and cry,
But rather, it’s how we truly fly.
