In the quiet of the morning, I can hear the call,
A gentle nudge of courage as the shadows start to crawl.
Reflections in the pavement, stories left untold,
Transforming every heartbeat into something brave and bold.
I watch the leaves in silver light, curling from their green,
Finding beauty in the struggle, and the spaces in-between.
With the echoes of the past, dancing through the night,
Every tear becomes a lesson, every wrong turns right.
So I stand against the current, roots buried deep inside,
Embracing every moment where vulnerability can hide.
Through the cracks in my armor, light begins to seep,
In the garden of my memories, where the wildflowers leap.
There's a whisper in the silence, a promise made anew,
In the mirror of my soul, I find the strength to break through.
Growth is but a journey, winding paths and open skies,
With every step I take, I learn to rise and rise.
The clouds may try to linger, grey and heavy overhead,
But hope is painted vibrant, it's the canvas where I'm led.
With courage as my compass, I reclaim the space I need,
In this dance of transformation, I finally am free.
As the sun dips down in colors, melting into dusk,
I’ll carry every piece of me, and let the shadows rust.
In the heart of every heartbeat, in the stillness of the night,
I embrace the whispers of change, until I find the light.
Indie
Change, Courage, Reflection, Transformation, Growth