The Day She Awoke Poem by Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

She woke one dawn with a different fire,
No longer chained to doubt's desire.
No need to ask who stood, who strayed,
Her peace was hers, no debt unpaid.

She left behind the endless chase,
Of fleeting words, of hollow praise.
Opinions cheap, like dust they fall,
They held no weight, no worth at all.

Validation, she learned, was for the street,
Not for her soul, not for defeat.
And loyalty—no fleeting phrase,
But a way of life, a steadfast blaze.

Her life transformed, not by a man,
Nor by a job, nor fleeting plan.
But by a truth both sharp and sweet:
Her joy was hers, her own to keep.

For life is short, too swift, too fast,
To give your key, to let it pass.
She holds it now, her heart her guide,
Her happiness safe, deep inside.

By: Vanessa Dizon Alvarez