Silent Truth.

Every morning, I rise with the sun,
Hoping today’s the day I’ve finally won,
Over the shadows that whisper my name,
Over the guilt, the regret, the blame.

They tell you, “Forgive, and you’ll find peace,”
But no one speaks of the battles that cease
To rage within, where scars still weep,
Where the nights are long, and I barely sleep.

They say it’s simple, a step to be made,
But how do you mend a heart that’s frayed?
How do you smile when the mirror shows
A past that lingers, a pain that grows?

Each dawn, I dress in the armor of hope,
Yet the weight of the past tightens its rope.
I stumble and fall, wondering why
Forgiveness for others comes easy, but I
Remain trapped in a web of my own design,
Yearning for freedom, for a sign.

But today, as the sun breaks through,
I realize something old, yet new:
Healing isn’t a race to the end,
It’s a journey where I must be my friend.

I’ll speak to the child in me with grace,
Tell them it’s okay, we’ll find our place.
For every mistake, there’s a lesson learned,
For every tear, a page that’s turned.

I’ll walk through this fire, but I won’t walk alone,
For within me, there’s strength, there’s a home.
I’ll forgive myself for what’s been done,
And embrace the dawn of what’s to come.

Each morning, I’ll rise, and though it’s slow,
I’ll build a path where love can grow,
Where forgiveness isn’t a distant star,
But a light within, no longer far.

And someday soon, when I see my face,
I’ll find the peace in that silent space,
Knowing I’ve healed, forgiven, and grown,
Finally at peace, finally home.

Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.