Writers 
She carries morning in her hands,
A quiet light that grows.
She walks where yesterday once stood,
And plants seeds wherever she goes.
Her dreams are not made out of gold,
But built from hope, patience, and care.
She gathers courage from the silence
And finds a reason to still dare.
She has known days that felt uncertain,
Nights when answers would not come.
Yet she keeps a song within her,
A gentle rhythm beating like a drum.
She celebrates the little victories:
A smile, a step, a door, a chance.
She understands that every journey
Is shaped by more than circumstance.
When the world becomes too noisy,
She listens to her heart.
She remembers that every ending
Can quietly become a start.
She does not need to prove her worth
By standing higher than someone else.
She shines by being true to herself,
By learning, growing, and choosing well.
May she walk with hope beside her,
May kindness guide her every day.
May she trust the road before her,
Even when she cannot see the way.
And when tomorrow calls her name,
May she answer without fear,
Knowing that the strength she seeks
Has been growing within her these years.
