The Day, Today
I attack the day with a certain exuberance,
crushing all negativity and self doubt underfoot -
Mocking the day and taking no shit,
all back stabbing murmurs are silenced -
An untapped reservoir of strength gives me belief,
renewed ability to adapt and to over come -
With this felling I’ve gained and life in my veins,
I can be big, be strong and move on.
Is this strength or bravura?
The “back stabbing murmurs” looks to me to be a cause of the exuberant attack.
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