In the tapestry of existence,
where shadows dance
upon
the
threads
of
time,
we find ourselves,
woven into the fabric of
our
days,
each s t i t c h a whisper
of what was.
Oh, the heart, a vessel of longing,
bears the weight of unspoken sorrows,
and in the silence of reflection,
the truth lies h i d d e n,
beneath layers of
forgotten
dreams.
Embrace the surrender,
for in
letting
go,
we find the essence,
the sacred truth of our being,
unadorned by the judgments of the past,
freed from the chains of despair.
In the eclipse of our pain,
the light may seem distant,
yet within the darkness,
wisdom stirs,
a gentle reminder of
resilience.
Thus, we walk the path anew,
not as prisoners of memory,
but as
pilgrims
of
understanding,
finding beauty in the scars,
and grace in the
journey
of
becoming.
& the weekend begins, time to rest as I am drained in every sense, have a great one my fellow poets...