life

Gentle Push

Change stands knocking at my door,
A whispered truth I’ve heard before.
Yet feet are rooted, hands held tight,
Clutching comfort, fearing flight.

I know the path, the steps are clear,
But doubt still lingers, wrapped in fear.
What if I stumble? What if I break?
What if this leap is a mistake?

Then softly, gently, truth replies,
“The stars don’t shine in stagnant skies.
Let go, lean in, embrace the sway—
The winds of growth will find their way.”

So I exhale, release the past,
And take the step, my heart beats fast.
For change is not the end of me,
But all I’m meant to rise and be.
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Gentle Push

Change stands knocking at my door,
A whispered truth I’ve heard before.
Yet feet are rooted, hands held tight,
Clutching comfort, fearing flight.

I know the path, the steps are clear,
But doubt still lingers, wrapped in fear.
What if I stumble? What if I break?
What if this leap is a mistake?

Then softly, gently, truth replies,
“The stars don’t shine in stagnant skies.
Let go, lean in, embrace the sway—
The winds of growth will find their way.”

So I exhale, release the past,
And take the step, my heart beats fast.
For change is not the end of me,
But all I’m meant to rise and be.
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Witness

Be a witness, not the tide,
Watch the river, stand aside.
On the edge, a beggar’s gaze,
Drifting through the endless haze.

Step within, embrace the throne,
In the center, you’re your own.
Not a seeker, not the plea,
But the emperor, bold and free.
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