Broken Shovel

Broke my shovel

Digging myself out

Of all the self-doubt

Thats creeped into me

Can’t recognize who’s in the mirror

Even though clearly I see

Made a choice to level up

I leaped

Landed on my feet running

Only to trip on the unforeseen

But it feels eerily like I’ve been here before

Kinda’ like deja vu

I can handle the work

I can handle the pain

I can handle the stress

What I can’t handle is losing the belief in me

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