Light breaking from the grayest clouds,
A happy face amongst jaded crowds.
First breath given, a second start,
Life unfolding, a beating heart.
Wings on a plane soaring through,
Carrying dreams to something new.
Hope is the spark that keeps in view:
Above all storms, skies remain blue.
A candle flickering in the night,
Its fragile glow within our sight.
The flame does not remove every fear,
Yet softly whispers, “I am here.”
Carefully sewn in barren lands,
Awaiting rain from gentle hands.
A secret seed, a hushed song,
A place where every wish belongs.
It does not fade, it plants roots, it stays,
A quiet prayer on endless days.
In every distant star, in every dim flame,
Living deep within us forever unchanged.
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Brooklyn Bella
Writer and dreamer weaving poems of love, grief and growth. My work blends resilience with magic, creating whimsical, anime inspired visions that center Black voices. <3
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