The Morning Within

 

In dawn’s first quiet, tender gleam,

A whisper stirs within your soul,

A calling soft as morning’s dream

To rise and make the fractured whole.

It hums beneath your resting breath,

In memories of battles won,

A voice that will not yield to death,

For strength is born before the sun.

Though night may press with shadowed weight

And fears you’ve never dared to speak,

Each star that breaks the dark of late

Proves light returns when you feel weak.

The world may doubt, the path may stray,

The heart may ache, the spirit shake,

But still you rise with each new day,

Refusing dreams the night could take.

Step by step through rain and storm,

Your courage blooms where wounds once bled,

A guiding flame through trials worn,

A light no darkness leaves unfed.

Your footsteps echo years untold,

Through forests deep and barren lands,

Yet every trial makes you bold

And shapes the strength within your hands.

So lift your gaze beyond the night,

See morning waiting, soft and clear-

A promise dressed in golden light

That meets you when you conquer fear.

So rise beyond the deepest night,

Embrace the dawn with fearless grace,

For every dream you hold in sight

Transforms the dark into your place.