Stress


Throughout your entire life,
you have called yourself stress.
Throughout my entire life
you’ve made me a mess.

Now I know that you were just given to me as a test,
So for that I can say that I’m blessed.

I have heard that you are harmful,
But I’ve only seen you as helpful.
You give me a task outside of my comfort zone,
So that every time I complete it,
I create a new milestone.

Because of you I can trust myself.
So I hope that people will be able to apprehend.
You always allow us to build ourselves,
And for that, I can call you a friend.

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