[Poetry] A Chandelier of Ice

If I hang from a chandelier of ice,
Will the cold seep into my bloodstream first,
Like the harbinger of a frozen curse?

Or will the oxygen that escapes
In panicked gasps through faint blue lips,
Be the harbinger of my life’s eclipse?

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Reminders

Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet. 

Remember not to let the numbers—of likes, of followers, of zeros on a check—make you feel like you are less than, because you are not. You are absolutely enough. 

Remember that J.K. Rowling used to be a single mother, depressed and trying to survive on welfare benefits, while the Harry Potter series was rejected by 12 different publishers.

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