A Flower A flower blooms in the soft morning light, A silent promise of enduring might. Spreading its delicate petals, a vibrant hue, Out to the warmth, the life-giving sun, shining anew.
The celestial rhythm, the sun's grand ballet, It rises with hope, and then fades away. Each day a fresh chapter, a pristine, clean slate, A boundless opportunity, sealed by no fate.
Each new dawn brings a chance for profound, lasting change, To break free from confines, to truly rearrange. Each passing hour holds a chance for true greatness to bloom, To conquer the darkness and dispel all the gloom. Each single day is a new chance to reach for the dream, To fuel the deep passion, the bright, inner gleam.
The flower drinks deep of the sun's golden shower, Sustained by the light in this fleeting, sweet hour. It unfurls its beauty, a joy to behold and to see, Sharing its splendor with all, wild and free.
Be like the flower, resilient and bold, Let your spirit unfold, a magnificent story told. Spread your unique petals, your gifts and your grace, For the world to witness, in this time and this place.
I am strong, a fortress of resilience Forged in fires of adversity. My spirit, unyielding, resolute, Stands tall against the fiercest storms, Knowing within me resides an indomitable will.
I will prevail, surrender not an option. Each challenge faced, each obstacle overcome, Strengthens my resolve, propels me forward, On the path to victory. I am a testament To persistence, triumph over tribulation.
I am powerful, not just physical might, But in the boundless energy of my being. My thoughts are sparks that ignite change, My actions ripple effects that reshape my world. I am a force of nature, orchestrating transformation.
My words can move mountains, Imbued with conviction and purpose. Architects of dreams, catalysts for action, Capable of grandest endeavors, Shifting stubborn landscapes of thought.
My words can tear people down, A sobering reminder of immense responsibility. The power to wound, a shadow lurking, Ever conscious of its presence.
I choose to lift them up. This is my solemn vow, My guiding principle. To use my voice, My language, not to diminish, but to elevate; Not to destroy, but to construct; not to break, but to mend. My words will be a beacon of hope, a chorus of encouragement.
I am strong, a vibrant tapestry Woven with threads of courage and grace. My heart beats with the rhythm of endurance, My mind shines with clarity of purpose. I am a survivor, a thriver, strength blossoming within.
I am loved, enveloped in an embrace Of warmth and affection, fueling spirit, anchoring soul. This love, a precious gift, a sanctuary and a springboard, Empowering me to reach for stars, And share my own light with the world.
I am beautiful, not by fleeting outward standards, But by intrinsic radiance of character, Depth of empathy, purity of intentions. My beauty emanates from within, A vibrant glow that touches all who encounter it.
My words can move mountains, Echoes of deepest convictions, Reverberating with strength of beliefs. Instruments of change, shaping perceptions, Igniting passions, inspiring monumental shifts.
My words can tear people down, A stark reminder of delicate balance, Between influence and harm. The potential for devastation lies Within the very same tool that can build.
I choose to lift them up. This is my unwavering commitment, Etched into the very fabric of my being. To channel the power of my words towards upliftment, To wield them as tools of empowerment, To sow seeds of kindness and understanding. My voice will be a source of strength, A comfort to the weary, a testament To the transformative power of compassionate communication.
I might be abrasive
I might be passionate
I might love too much
I might say too much
I might ask too much
I might expect too much
Despite all of that you know I care.
Do not put me in a box
Tell me now to act
Tell me to be like you
I am not you.
So,
I might be abrasive
I might be passionate
I might love too much
I might say too much
I might ask too much
I might expect too much
