When the Dawn Finally Finds Me

Some mornings, I wake up carrying the weight of yesterday—

heavy thoughts, quiet fears, memories that cling a little too tight.

But then the light slips through my window, soft and patient,

as if reminding me that even the smallest glow can change everything.

I breathe, slowly.

I let the world move at its tender pace.

And in that stillness, I realize healing isn’t loud—

it’s the quiet decision to keep going.

Every step forward is a story.

Every mistake is a lesson shaping who I’m becoming.

I’m learning to hold myself gently,

to welcome new beginnings without fear,

to rise even when my heart feels unsure.

Today, I choose hope.

I choose the version of me that keeps growing,

keeps believing, keeps shining—

even if the light is fragile.

And when the dawn finally finds me,

I let it in.