2025-05-29
Within the hush of daily din,
A whisper stirs beneath my skin—
A gentle thread, a secret tune,
A voice that hums beneath the moon.
At first, it trembles, shy and slight,
A flicker in the fading light,
But as I pause and lean to hear,
Its melody grows bright and clear.
I follow where its wisdom leads,
Through tangled doubts and scattered seeds,
Each step I take, it learns to sing
With confidence, with blossoming.
For every time I trust its sound,
My roots grow deeper in the ground,
And what was once a timid word
Becomes the truth I’ve always heard.
So now I walk with steady grace,
My inner voice, my sacred place—
The more I listen, more I find
The strength was always in my mind.
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