The road\'s been rough, the nights been long,
I ask myself, “do I still belong”?
Then I look for strength in the morning light,
And remind myself it will be alright.
I’ve seen how sorrow multiplies,
In my tired soul and tear stained eyes.
Negativity, like storm clouds, spread,
So I choose to speak with light instead.
I know the truth: that kindness heals,
That simple acts are strong as steel.
A smile, a question, \"Are you okay?\"
Might change the course of someone else’s day.
Invisible, I’ve sometimes felt,
Where pain was held and never dealt.
But in my ache, I found the key:
To live with love, intentionally.
Compassion is the bridge we build
When hands are empty, yet hearts are filled.
When presence beats productivity,
And grace becomes identity
To offer peace in fractured space,
To teach the lost the power of grace.
I’ve lived, I’ve learned, I’m rising still,
With a steady voice and steadfast will
So I’ll let today be good, be bright,
As a moment carved from morning light.
I see in today, another chance to grow,
And that healing comes when kindness flows.