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In morning’s glow, where soft winds blow, I find a gentle peace,
A world reborn, each day at dawn, where all my fears release.
The weight I bore, from days before, is lifted with the sun,
And in the light, my soul takes flight, the battle almost won.
The echoes of a brighter day, they sing within my mind,
They guide my way, they bid me stay, they’re gentle and they’re kind.
The dreams I chase, in life’s embrace, are closer than they seem,
And in the night, with stars so bright, I hold onto the dream.
Through every tear, a hope appears, like dew upon the grass,
A sign that pain is not in vain, and this too shall soon pass.
It’s more than just a fleeting thought, it’s something pure and real,
A warmth that grows, despite the lows, a flame I always feel.
For life, it seems, is full of dreams, a garden yet to bloom,
The highs are sweet, the lows discreet, there’s always room for room.
We build, we rise, we seek the skies, in cycles ever new,
Yet in the fight, through every night, we find the morning dew.
I’ve touched the light, in moments bright, where happiness is born,
It lingers there, beyond despair, to greet each hopeful morn.
It’s bittersweet, the victory feat, when climbing to the peak,
For every fall, there’s a recall, of joy within our reach.
The laughter stays, through winding days, and echoes in my heart,
For what is left, a soul that’s blessed, with each new day’s fresh start.
And so I climb, through endless time, with hope that’s burning strong,
For in the day, I find my way, and know that I belong.
But blessed I feel, to turn the wheel, no matter what may come,
The joy remains, the light sustains, the world’s a beating drum.
And so, with grace, I keep my pace, embracing every way,
For though I fall, I’ll heed the call, and rise again today.
The scars I bear, they’re symbols rare, of battles fought and won,
They tell the tale, of how I sailed, through storms to find the sun.
For in each scar, there lies a star, more radiant than the pain,
A memory of what can be, if only I sustain.
So here I stand, with open hand, ready to take the leap,
The road is wide, with joy inside, and promises to keep.
For in the end, when night descends, I’ll know I lived it all,
And that’s enough, through all the rough, to hear life’s joyous call.
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Your words paint a beautiful picture, I especially liked the reference to scars. 🌺
Thank you very much. I appreciate your insight. I hope you have a great night, Julie. 😎
My writing is inspiring, but nothing compares to you
Wonderfully Written 👍🏻
Thank you very much, Willie! 😎
You are welcome