Let the weight of the world go,
Like morning frost
Beneath dawn's tender touch.
Spread your worries over the earth,
Not as stones, but as seeds.
Watch how fresh roots
Will comfort your despair,
Nurturing it into strength.
Then emerge with resilience,
As daybreak’s first steady breath
Calm, enduring and inevitable.
Do not dwell on others' requests;
Your heart knows its needs,
Longing to become more
Than just something.
Wishing to be whole and unbroken
By time's constant haste.
While adrift with your name
on the wind's tongue,
Carried by the breeze
That understands the truth.
These winds have carved mountains
And have ridden the tides
Of wild, untamed oceans.
Take a moment to compose yourself.
Your respite is not submission,
But the gathering of thunder
Within the lull before the storm breaks.
It is a deep breath before your voice
Awakens the sleeping sky,
The dawn holds its breath in waiting,
As the burden lessens with time.
©️Lizzie Bevis
