'empowerment'
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He created me from the clay that He created you with
My heart chants your name
My eyes brim with unshed tears
Was there ever a place the storm had not been?
The storm shrouded everything.
The sea's azure peaks and emerald valleys
Always smothered by an array of greys.
I am in a constant state of fear.
I’m afraid of interviews,
And I’m afraid of bugs.
I’m afraid of failure,
And I’m afraid of the dark.
I’m afraid of conversations,
And I’m afraid of being alone.
