Some days life feels like drifting sand,
No purpose clear, no steady hand.
We chase the hours, we play the part,
With questions echoing in the heart.

What’s all this for? Just work and sleep?
A climb that feels forever steep.
The stars look down, so vast, so cold—
While we just age, and hurt, and fold.

But then a laugh, a stranger’s grace,
A friend who meets you face to face.
A song that knows your quiet pain,
A walk through healing, soft as rain.

It’s not the answers carved in stone,
But all the warmth we've ever known—
The love, the loss, the lessons learned,
The bridges crossed, the moments earned.

And though the void may whisper lies,
It's in connection true hope lies.
For life may not make perfect sense,
But love, not logic, is the lens.

What if the life you dream to live
Is buried under what you give?
What if the love you seek so wide
Is waiting quiet, deep inside?

The world reflects what’s in your view—
So is it them… or maybe you?

Still figuring out this life of mine,
No clear map, just crooked lines.
But every step, though slow or fast,
Is leading me to home at last.

No need to match another's pace—
I’m running my one-of-one race.

You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.

I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.

I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind

I’ve been the storm, I’ve been the tree,
Breaking down and breaking free.
The deeper pain, the higher climb—
My soul’s grown wiser over time.

I don’t just bloom—I rise, I bend,
A story still I’ve yet to end.