Sometimes we don’t have an idea…
and yet somehow we stand
as if the earth itself
whispers, “Hold on.”
The edge trembles,
the ground uncertain,
but still it rests,
silent strength in motion.
When the weight feels heavier than you,
when the next step is hidden,
trust the unseen hands
that keep you steady.
Balance is not perfection,
it’s the quiet courage
to stand, to wait,
and to move forward anyway.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
When the nest begins to shake and sway,
Don’t pray to make the fear go away.
It isn’t doom that knocks your door
It’s life inviting you to soar.
Wings don’t grow in perfect peace,
They stretch when certainties cease.
You’re not being pushed to fall apart
You’re being nudged to find your start.
What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
In tempests loud or moments tight,
I hold my calm, not needing might.
Grace returns where anger could reign,
A quiet strength I can’t explain.
What are you good at?
I’m good at hearing what words don’t say,
At holding hope when skies turn gray.
I walk with questions, not just the known
And grow best where the winds have blown.
Have you ever broken a bone?
Bones I have not broken, but limits I have pressed,
Each day a quiet battle, a new fear addressed.
Breaking unseen walls, reaching new sky,
Growing stronger with every try.
What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?
The oldest thing I wear today,
Not cloth, nor thread that fades away.
It’s grace stitched deep from years gone by,
A quiet strength no time can dry.
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