Walk Forward
Walk forward,
soft as the hush of dawn,
where the earth beneath your feet
welcomes each step
like the first breath of spring.
Let each motion
be a quiet promise,
a tender vow
that whispers, \"Begin again.\"
The world may rise
with shadows veiled in questions,
but within you,
alchemy stirs—
turning weight into wings,
turning stone into the foundation
where you will stand taller
than you ever imagined.
Let no hardship press you low,
but lift your gaze instead—
feel the pull of the sky,
how it coaxes your soul to stretch,
to reach past the limits of yesterday.
Greet trials not as storms to endure,
but as old friends
disguised in rough cloth,
bearing gifts of quiet strength,
lessons that bloom
like wildflowers
in the cracks of your heart.
Let gratitude rise
on the breath of morning,
filling the sails of your journey.
Even in still waters,
even in tempests that roar,
you will find your course—
for the compass lies within,
its needle unwavering,
pointing toward the boundless light
that hums in your chest.
Carve each day
from the marble of belief,
and with hands steady and sure,
sculpt a life
that reflects
the quiet brilliance you carry.
Hope will rise,
a golden thread woven
through the loom of your breath.
Let it be the song
that lingers beneath the noise,
the rhythm of footsteps
upon shifting sands.
Step forward—
not as a wanderer lost,
but as one who knows
the light intimately,
as its keeper,
as its voice.
You are ready.
To shine.
To build.
To greet the world
with open arms
and the kind of grace
that nothing can shake.
MyKoul