My resilience and perseverance has been my strong suit. I wonder if that's why I see no end to the hurdles.
When the deafening noise becomes my song and the world around me a dance floor, I keep noticing two hands approaching me. One that I have tied Rakhi to. The other one raised me up. I have also seen helping hands to the two hands, trying to lift me up. Giving me back my wings to fly. I wonder, what they see in me? Am I worth it?
But I have come to believe, my resilience and perseverance is the best gratitude.
-the girl who overthinks
©kinjal
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