On the days I dare to believe I’m meant to fly,
Hope flickers softly, then fades as shadows pass by.
My deepest dream is not woven of clouds or butterflies,
But quiet mornings untouched by tears in my eyes.
A life where joy stands steady, unshaken, unguessed,
Where my heart learns the language of stillness and rest.
Somewhere beyond the noise, the struggle, the strain,
I find at last a heart that is truly unchained.