Beneath the velvet canopy of stars,
I stand, bare and trembling,
my shadow long and weary,
etched with the echoes of a thousand yesterdays
The past lingers, a phantom’s touch—
soft as regret, sharp as longing
each memory, a thread woven into my skin,
binding me to a story I no longer wish to tell
But tonight, I am the alchemist of my soul,
turning pain into gold, sorrow into song
the fire of forgiveness blazes within me,
consuming the chains lighting the path
I kneel before the altar of my heart,
offering the wounds, the scars, the tears
they are not sins but lessons,
not burdens but bridges
I speak to the shadows,
“I see you, I hold you, I release you”
and they dissolve into the night,
their weight lifted, their whispers silenced
The wind carries a sacred promise—
of mornings unblemished,
of skies unclouded,
of dreams unshattered
I rise, a phoenix kissed by the dawn,
my wings adorned with the ashes of what was
the new year beckons a lover’s call,
intimate, sacred, infinite
With each step forward, I reclaim myself,
whole, unbroken, divine
for the past is forgiven,
and the future, a prayer waiting to unfold—
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