I have learned that dawn is patienteven when the night is loud,that hope can bloom in silenceand still stand tall and proud. I have learned that broken piecesdo not mean a broken whole,that healing is a gentle artpracticed daily by the soul. I have learned that heavy seasonseventually let go,that even storms get wearyof the … Continue reading Poem: Lessons Learned

The universe provides—not in thunderclaps or burning signs,but in the quiet turning of a leaf,the soft rearranging of a dayyou thought you already knew. It gives in echoes:a kindness looping backfrom someone you once helpedand long forgot;a door openingyou didn’t realize you’d been knocking on. It provides in timing—late, early, perfectly askew—enough to make you … Continue reading Poem: The Universe Provides

Into the unknown I wander slow,Where moonlit winds like secrets blow,Where every step is half a rhyme,A question asked outside of time. The stars lean in with silver eyes,Unfinished thoughts across the skies—They hum of paths not yet begun,Of shadows chased, of battles won. I carry hopes I’ve yet to name,A spark, a whisper, a … Continue reading Poem: Into the Unknown

I thought I knew the world—its edges neatly drawn,its colors fixed like old painton a long-forgotten wall. But then a crack of morningslipped beneath my tired door,a soft, unruly brightnessI hadn’t asked for—yet it came anyway,spilling gold onto everythingI thought I understood. The ordinary rose up,trembling with possibility:the mug, the mirror,the quiet hum of the … Continue reading Poem: Seeing in a New Light

Love is not a single flame,but lanterns glowing, each unique—a thousand hues, a thousand waysfor hearts to speak when words grow weak. It’s in the glance that lingers warm,the hand that steadies trembling fear,the quiet acts that go unseen,yet say, I’m always with you, dear. It’s laughter shared with closest friends,a bond that time cannot … Continue reading Poem: Love in Many Forms

The fall breeze drifts through amber trees,A soft, familiar sigh;It gathers gold in quiet foldsAnd sends the leaves to fly. It carries hints of cinnamon,Of evenings growing long,Of sweaters warmed by firelight,And dusk’s migrating song. It dances on the winding pathsWhere summer used to be—A gentle hand that turns the pageToward winter’s mystery. And in … Continue reading Poem: Whispers of Autumn