Every morning, I rise with the sun,
Hoping today\u2019s the day I\u2019ve finally won,
Over the shadows that whisper my name,
Over the guilt, the regret, the blame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They tell you, \u201cForgive, and you\u2019ll find peace,\u201d
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They say it\u2019s simple, a step to be made,
But how do you mend a heart that\u2019s frayed?
How do you smile when the mirror shows
A past that lingers, a pain that grows?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But today, as the sun breaks through,
I realize something old, yet new:
Healing isn\u2019t a race to the end,
It\u2019s a journey where I must be my friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll speak to the child in me with grace,
Tell them it\u2019s okay, we\u2019ll find our place.
For every mistake, there\u2019s a lesson learned,
For every tear, a page that\u2019s turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll walk through this fire, but I won\u2019t walk alone,
For within me, there\u2019s strength, there\u2019s a home.
I\u2019ll forgive myself for what\u2019s been done,
And embrace the dawn of what\u2019s to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each morning, I\u2019ll rise, and though it\u2019s slow,
I\u2019ll build a path where love can grow,
Where forgiveness isn\u2019t a distant star,
But a light within, no longer far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And someday soon, when I see my face,
I\u2019ll find the peace in that silent space,
Knowing I\u2019ve healed, forgiven, and grown,
Finally at peace, finally home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every morning, I rise with the sun,Hoping today\u2019s the day I\u2019ve finally won,Over the shadows that whisper my name,Over the guilt, the regret, the blame. They tell you, \u201cForgive, and you\u2019ll find peace,\u201dBut no one speaks of the battles that ceaseTo rage within, where scars still weep,Where the nights are long, and I barely sleep. 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