Paths at Dawn
A journey through quiet choices, gentle light, and the steps that shape a life
At dawn I stood where two roads met,
One bright with sun, one dim and wet.
The world was still; no wind was near,
Except my heartbeat, sharp and clear.
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I chose the track that bent away,
Where shadows danced with hints of day.
The silent trees, in gentle rows,
Leaned in to watch where hope now goes.
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I felt the earth beneath me breathe,
A whisper rising from the leaves:
“The roads you take, the ones you flee,
Are steps toward who you’re meant to be.”
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Now years have passed, and still I find
The smallest turns reshape the mind.
For every step, both brave and slow,
Builds the life we come to know—
And lights the path our dreams bestow.
About the Creator
Life Hopes
I share poetry, real-life stories, and reflections that inspire growth, resilience, and purpose. My vision is to guide others toward living with hope, kindness, and meaning through words that heal and uplift.
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Comments (1)
Yes! Life is but a series of decisions. So eloquently put.