Some mornings, my heart beats wild and loud,
fear wraps around me like morning mist.
I breathe slowly, feeling a small spark,
and step through the day with quiet courage.
I long for warmth, gentle messages from friends,
but emptiness greets me at the break of day.
I see now how my heart has missed others' hearts,
and friendships crumble like dry autumn leaves.
Now I look into my soul and its empty chamber,
yet God has placed a soft path inside me,
a quiet glow guiding every step I take.
In stillness and prayer, I find gentle peace,
and love begins quietly, then spreads around.
Even when shadows linger, life can bloom,
for my heart carries God's mark, and I am never alone.
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