New Perspective
I used to chase the tallest peak,
With worn-out shoes and goals antique.
Eyes fixed on stars too far to hold,
A heart that ran, too fast, too bold.
But now I pause and breathe the air,
The quiet voice, the subtle stare.
I see the world in softer light—
Not less in day, but more in night.
A wilted rose still holds its grace,
A cracked old wall, a storyteller’s face.
The crooked path, once cause to stray,
Now leads me home a better way.
No longer lost in what I lack,
I see the beauty looking back.
The world’s not new, just how I see—
The change began inside of me.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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