In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
A wounded heart, it softly sighs,
In search of solace, hope replies.
With gentle hands, the moments weave,
Threads of love, in which we believe.
Each tear a river, each laugh a spark,
In the tapestry woven from the dark.
Embrace the dawn, let the past unfold,
For every story, in time, is told.
The scars we bear, like stars they shine,
A map of journeys, yours and mine.
So mend the heart, let the kindness flow,
In tender gestures, let the healing grow.
With every heartbeat, a chance to start,
To weave together the threads of the heart.
Breathe in the beauty, release the pain,
In every storm, there’s a chance to gain.
For even in sorrow, there’s strength to find,
A love reborn, a spirit entwined.
So here’s to healing, to hope’s sweet art,
In the dance of life, let’s heal the heart.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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