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Darkest Hour

By Tracey Robertson

It’s always the darkest before the dawn

Where for the morning we grieve and mourn.


If 60 minutes is the darkest hour

You will bloom again, just like a flower.


Do not be scared, do not be afraid

Others have been where you have laid.


Down in the depths of the deepest despair

If you can’t see the lift, take the stair.


Take time to heal and sleep and rest

It’s good enough if you try your best.


Don’t give up and don’t give in

Don’t let the demons inside you win.


You have the strength, you possess the power

Just 60 minutes is your darkest hour.

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