Poem: Proccess

In the quiet hours, where dreams unfold,
Life whispers softly, tales yet untold.
Each moment a thread in a tapestry spun,
Woven with patience, the journey’s begun.

Steps may be faltering, paths twist and bend,
Yet every misstep is not the end.
Like rivers that carve through the stubbornest stone,
We shape our own way, never truly alone.

Growth is a spiral, not a straight line,
In the depths of the struggle, the stars brightly shine.
With each dawn that breaks, new colors ignite,
It’s all a process, a dance in the light.

So cherish the pauses, the breaths in between,
For in those still moments, the heart can be seen.
Embrace every change, let the seasons unfold,
Life is a story, beautifully bold.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie