In The Quiet Hours Of Morning Light,When The World Still Sleeps, And Dreams Take Flight,I Wake With A

In the quiet hours of morning light, When the world still sleeps, and dreams take flight, I wake with a heart heavy, full of care, Lost in thoughts, tangled in despair.

Life's burdens pile high, a mountain steep, Promises to keep, and secrets to keep, Tasks unfinished, dreams left to fray, I stumble through each fleeting day.

My soul, once free, now feels confined, In a maze of worries, my peace I can't find. The weight of the world on my shoulders rests, In this silent struggle, I am put to the test.

Yet in the midst of chaos, a glimmer of light, A whisper of hope in the darkest night, A reminder that I am not alone, In this journey, I’ve grown.

For every storm will pass, every night will end, And in these trials, strength I find, my friend. Through tears and pain, I learn to see, The beauty in life’s fragility.

So, I take a breath, one step at a time, Embrace the mess, and in it, find the rhyme. For being overwhelmed is not a sign of defeat, But a testament to the depth of my heartbeat.

"Time erodes all things, turning even the brightest memories to dust." – Unknown

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Source - https://linktr.ee/steven.sandner Shadows cradle ancient stone, Where waters whisper, cold and lone, A canyon’s depth, in monochrome.

© 2024 Sandner Art & Photography

Source - https://linktr.ee/steven.sandner Winter’s hush, in frozen breath, Silent trees in mirrored depth, Nature’s pause, a world at rest.

Omphalotus nidiformis in the Dandenong Ranges National Park, Victoria, Australia (my pic) 🍂💫✨

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Crimson skies embrace the snow, Mountains sleep by twilight’s glow, Silent waters, whispers low. More about me & prints - https://linktr.ee/steven.sandner