Whispers of Being

he soft edges of morning light,

We are fragments of stories untold,

Breathing landscapes of hope and slight,

Our hearts - manuscripts waiting to unfold.

Each pulse a rhythm, each breath a song,

Carrying echoes of joy and pain,

Where vulnerability makes us strong,

And silence speaks what words cannot explain.

We are rivers of emotion, running deep,

Carving canyons through tender terrain,

Collecting memories we carefully keep,

Weathering sunshine, enduring rain.

Our scars are constellations, mapping desire,

Our dreams - fragile wings touching sky,

Imperfect, beautiful, burning with fire,

Learning to love, learning to try.

Humanity: not a destination, but a journey shared,

Where every heartbeat connects, every soul is declared

Not by perfection, but by the courage to be

Wonderfully, painfully, authentically free.