I found my essence,
My true self,
Worth fighting for.
It was always here,
Hidden within,
A treasure locked deep
In the vault
Of my soul.
None could ever unlock
This treasure but me—
Its worth growing
With each passing day.
The more I draw
From this sacred trove,
The deeper it roots
Within my heart.
It thrives like a garden;
And as I water it,
It blooms,
Guiding me to act
With love and grace,
To walk the divine path.
How can I deny my essence,
This treasure held within us all?
It is the spirit of truth.
Listen to its whispers,
Find wisdom in its voice,
And know the knowledge divine—
In His boundless grace.
MyKoul
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