I’m slowly shimmying my way
out of my stifling dungeon.
My comfort zone feels uncomfortable.
As it should be, I’m blossoming;
I’m fulfilling my unique purpose,
hand-crafted just for me.
I’m slowly shimmying my way
out of my stifling dungeon.
My comfort zone feels uncomfortable.
As it should be, I’m blossoming;
I’m fulfilling my unique purpose,
hand-crafted just for me.
Poetry On A Roll 
My comfort zone is not longer comfortable either, we can’t grow if we stay in our comfort zones though 💖
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Beautiful poem. Growth is an amazing, sometimes difficult, thing. This captures it perfectly.
And then there are those on the outside, growing uncomfortable around you because they don’t know what it is, but something is changing with you and they have to learn to live with the new you, too.
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