This is the season where I rise anew,
a symphony of petals unfolding, drenched in dew
every day a verse, every night a prayer,
I honor the journey that led me here—raw yet rare
My heart pulses with rhythms of change,
growth spiraling beyond comfort’s range
the storms that tried to break me instead gave me wings,
Now I soar, and in flight, my soul sings
In this sacred month, transformation takes the throne,
the seeds I planted in darkness have beautifully grown
healing drips like honey, warm and slow,
restoring every fracture, making me glow
I toast to the moments that cracked me wide,
and the light that poured in—healing, bonafide
for every scar holds a story of grace,
a testament that I’m thriving in my rightful place
This birthday month, I awaken as art,
a canvas of love painted by life’s start
sensual as ocean tides under a moon’s gaze,
passion ignites within me like a sun’s blaze
Like the earth that dances with seasons so fine,
I am a masterpiece—divine by design
this celebration is more than just candles and cheers;
it’s embracing my worth and dismissing all fears
Here, in the bloom of my becoming, I stand,
holding the world gently in the palm of my hand
each breath a promise, each step a vow,
to cherish this life—fully, deeply, now
My birth month is not just a fleeting phase;
it’s a season of love, healing, and praise
a reminder that I am endlessly free,
a radiant blossom, forever becoming me
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