The path of growing, step by step,
A tapestry of threads we weave,
Each choice, each moment, sewn in depth,
In every stitch, we breathe and grieve.
But in this journey, light may fade,
A flicker lost in shadows' claim,
Beneath the weight of others' trade,
We bend, we break, we lose our name.
We barter truth for shallow praise,
And leave behind the soul's pure song,
Till through the fog of doubt and haze,
We search for where we did belong.
Yet truth, though veiled, will never die,
It whispers soft in quiet streams,
It calls us back, though far we fly,
A beacon burning through our dreams.
To find the path, to trust the call,
A pilgrimage within begins,
To shed the masks, to face the fall,
And rise again where truth begins.
This road is hard, the soul must fight,
To face the wounds, to stand, to speak,
But in this quest for inner light,
We find the strength we thought too weak.
For in reclaiming all we lost,
We find a peace, though storms may roar,
A peace that flows beyond the cost,
Aligned with who we were before.
And in this truth, our hearts take wing,
Becoming all that we could be,
A living force, a sacred spring,
Returning home, forever free.
MyKoul
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