Peace, the hush between heartbeats ~
the soft breath of a ridge morning,
the wild thyme creeping
nothing demanding to be fixed.
I rise without rushing,
no chasing clocks, my thoughts my own.
the sound of wind whistling,
not silence, just nature’s din.
Freedom is a burden ~
And I choose the load
building a home with my blueprint
On soil I’ve made special
Walking without shrinking,
unafraid of the vastness of the sky.
saying “no” without trembling,
and “yes” when my soul wants to fly.
Peace is not perfect, it wobbles and weaves ,
but it sleeps next to courage at night.
Freedom’s not easy, but fiercely it loves
the right to define what is right.
Together, they bloom like the risk I planted
with hands that have trembled and healed
proof that my life is not borrowed or broken
but wholly and finally real.
So give me no thrones, no applause, no disguise
just sun on my face and truth in my eyes.
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