In the quiet hours before the dawn,
When shadows linger and dreams still play,
I feel a shift beneath my skin,
A subtle whisper, a new pathway.
Like cracks in an old, weathered wall,
Where light seeps through in fragile beams,
I sense the stirrings of something more,
A flicker of hope, a dance of dreams.
It starts with a sigh, a longing glance,
At moments lost in the rush of days,
A gentle urge to break the mold,
To wander off the well-trodden ways.
I notice the patterns I’ve grown accustomed to,
The routines that felt like chains,
Now feel like feathers brushing my soul,
As I seek the joy in the growing pains.
Each crack reveals a hidden truth,
A softness beneath the hardened shell,
In the light that filters through the gaps,
I find the stories I’ve yet to tell.
I embrace the fear that curls within,
For change is a wild, untamed sea,
Yet as I step toward the unknown,
I taste the sweetness of setting free.
The first glimpse is a tender spark,
A promise of what’s yet to be,
In the warmth of new beginnings,
I learn to dance with uncertainty.
So let the cracks in my wall expand,
Let the light pour in, let it flow,
For in this journey of small shifts,
I’ll uncover the depths of my soul.
With every glimmer, I’ll rise and grow,
Embracing the beauty of the change,
For within me lies a world untold,
And the first glimpse is just the exchange.
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The Art Of Becoming
PoetryIn the art of becoming, poetry becomes a mirror reflecting the journey of becoming your best self. This collection captures the essence of personal evolution, exploring the challenges and triumphs that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a tes...
