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I count the blessings, one by one,

The love I share, the battles won,

The roof above, the food I eat,

The steady rhythm of my feet.

And yet, a shadow lingers near,

A rising fear.

The problems loom, a darkened wall,

Threatening to consume it all.

I know I should be filled with light,

Embrace the day with all my might.

But worries spin and hold me fast,

A future cloud upon the past.

So here I stand, a soul divided,

By grace embraced, by problems guided.

Knowing even in the strife,

There's beauty woven into life.