A QUIET TRIUMPH
The mountain called my name,
its peaks shrouded in doubt.
I climbed with trembling hands,
fear shadowing every route.
But the summit, oh the summit,
was a hymn sung to my soul.
It whispered, “You are enough,”
and finally, I was whole.
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