Today, I turn a year older,
And I feel a mix of warm and colder.
I\u2019m proud of all I\u2019ve done so far,
But the future feels like a distant star.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve faced hard days and sleepless nights,
But I\u2019ve kept going, fought the fights.
I\u2019ve climbed hills, crossed some streams,
Held onto hope, chased my dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet now, as I look ahead,
I wonder what lies in the bed.
Will the road be smooth or rough?
Will I find strength when things get tough?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve made mistakes, I\u2019ve learned to grow,
But there\u2019s still so much I don\u2019t know.
I\u2019ve built walls and torn them down,
Worn both smiles and a frown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The future whispers, it\u2019s unknown,
It feels like walking all alone.
But I remind myself today,
I\u2019ve made it through, I\u2019ll find my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For every step I\u2019ve taken here,
Every time I\u2019ve faced a fear,
Has brought me to this very day,
To stand, to breathe, to find my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So as I blow out the candles bright,
I wish for strength to face the night.
May the coming year be kind and true,
May I find joy in all I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happy birthday to me, here\u2019s to more,
To all the adventures that life has in store.
I\u2019ve come this far, I\u2019ll keep going strong,
Walking forward, where I belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happy birthday to the me I see,
You\u2019ve done well, you\u2019re growing free.
May this year be full of light,
And may the future turn out right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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