One year older.
Still wrapped in uncertainty,
drifting through the echoes of youth
lingering between who I was and who I will be,
standing at the edge of something bigger.
Time pulls like an unseen thread,
threading me into tomorrow, stitch by stitch.
No more holding back, no more waiting.
Ascend, build, conquer.
I carry the joy of twenty,
the doubts of twenty-five,
the quiet resilience of twenty-eight,
and the restless wondering of today.
Yet, I pause to gather my blessings,
the hands that held me, the voices that stayed.
I am wrapped in love, in kindness, in grace,
and for that, I am endlessly grateful.
This year, I will unshield my edges,
welcome the unknown, embrace connection.
No more walls, no more retreating.
Only the courage to feel. To trust. To begin. To grow.
My health, my rhythm, my sacred space,
through movement and rest, through light and air,
I will find balance, move with purpose, stay resilient,
offer gratitude, mend with sincerity.
Time is shaping me into someone new,
lined with lessons, stitched with hope.
And as the clock turns, I step forward
ready, eager, becoming.