Poem: Born to be Different

In a world of echoes, a single note sings,
A wildflower blooming, where the heart takes wing.
Threads of the ordinary weave through the day,
Yet a spark of the unusual lights up the gray.

Dancing to rhythms that few ever hear,
A canvas of colors where shadows draw near.
With a heart made of thunder and dreams made of flight,
The spirit stands tall, a beacon of light.

Born to be different, a melody free,
Carving out pathways where others might flee.
In the tapestry woven of laughter and tears,
Each stitch tells a story, transcending the years.

Embrace every quirk, let your true self unfold,
For in the uniqueness, pure magic is told.
So let the winds carry your song through the air,
Born to be different, you’re wondrously rare.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie