She knew she could become weak; But she had the choice to be at the peak.
She knew she could rest; But she had the choice to be the best.
She knew she could give up; But she had the choice to stand up.
She knew she could wither away; But she had the choice to shimmer away.
She knew she could hide; But she had the choice to fight what’s inside.
She knew she could be ordinary; But she had the choice to be legendary.
She knew she could be a dead soul; But she had the choice to achieve her goal.
She knew she could only crave; But she had the choice to be brave.
She knew she could be cold; But she had the choice to be bold.
She knew she could degrade herself; But she had the choice to embrace herself.
She knew she could be trapped away; But she had the choice to fly away.
She knew she could cry all day; But she had the choice to laugh every day.
She knew she could walk away; But she had the choice to find another way.
She knew she could close all the doors; But she had the choice to explore the abandoned floors.
She knew she could not withstand the storm; But she had the choice to be the storm.
She knew she could be a survivor; But she had the choice to be the warrior.
She knew she had the choice; and so she chose to be strong.
Writer: Fatima Ali Raza
Artist: Harshita Shaw
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