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I have a fortress
made of a gossamer
impenetrable
like silken chainmail
unseen to most
glistening in the sunlight and
quiet sparkle in the dark
a place where thoughts
are apprehended
and questioned
before access is granted
where observation
is decoded
a safe place
in the spirit realm
here among us
I have a fortress
and it's in me
and it
is me.
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"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.β II Timothyβ¬ β1β¬:β7β¬ βNKJV
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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This felt so empowering! Loved it so much!