awakening the dawn

I stand at the edge of this chapter,
where the ink of old wounds fades,
turning brittle pages, one by one,
as the night finally surrenders to dawn

Goodbye, I say to the shadows,
those echoes of doubt that lingered,
whispering fears that clung to my heart,
like ghosts in the silent, still-dark

But now, I find my voice,
soft at first, trembling—yet mine,
rising from the depths where it was buried,
beneath the weight of unshed tears

Self-love blossoms like wildflowers,
in the cracks of my soul’s dry earth,
each petal a testament to resilience,
to the beauty that grew in the storm

I am worth every moment,
every scar, every stumble,
for they led me here—to this light,
to this unshakeable ground where I stand

Forgiveness flows like a river,
washing over the years of silence,
a gentle release, a whispered grace,
as I forgive myself for all I was not

And so, I say goodbye, not in sorrow,
but in the soft strength of a new dawn,
where I rediscover the power within,
and the boundless worth of simply being me

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