
Start Again
You are becoming, quietly bold,
A story unfolding, still unwritten.
In every breath, a new start;
Steady hands and an open heart.
Even the winds that bend the trees
Whisper, “You are not broken, only bending.”
In the in-between of what was and what’s next,
You are mending.
So inhale the morning; let it fill your chest,
A sacred rhythm, your own kind of rest.
You are allowed to start again,
And again.
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