Writers 
Some mornings come with heavy skies,
And tired hearts behind our eyes.
We watch the world move fast ahead,
While silent worries fill our head.
We wonder if our turn will come,
If all our trying means something.
We hide our fears, we wear a smile,
And tell ourselves, “Just wait a while.”
But courage isn't always loud,
Or standing fearless in a crowd.
Sometimes it's getting out of bed,
And facing what tomorrow brings instead.
Sometimes it's taking one small chance,
Giving hope another dance.
It's learning from the things that failed,
And trying where our strength once paled.
You do not need a perfect start,
Or fearless hands, or a fearless heart.
You only need to take one step,
Then take another, breathe, and prep.
Let others run their chosen race;
You have your own time, your own pace.
Their shining moments aren't your guide,
Your worth is not what they decide.
When plans fall through and doors stay closed,
Remember how a garden grows:
Beneath the soil, unseen, unknown,
New roots are finding strength of their own.
So be gentle with the dreams you keep,
And with the promises you cannot meet.
Rest when your mind and body say,
“You've carried enough for one more day.”
Ask for help when life feels tough,
You don't have to be strong enough
To carry every fear alone;
Even brave hearts need a home.
Celebrate the steps that no one sees,
The quiet work, the little victories.
Each lesson learned, each skill you gain,
Can help you rise and try again.
And when the future feels unclear,
Let hope be small, but keep it near.
You don't need every answer now,
Just one next step, and then somehow,
The road may open, plans may change,
You'll find new strength, a wider range
Of ways to build the life you seek,
One patient step each day, each week.
So if today feels hard to face,
Give yourself time, give yourself grace.
Your story hasn't reached its end;
You can begin, rebuild, amend.
Not every flower blooms in spring,
Not every bird flies on one wing.
And though your path may twist and bend,
There is still room to grow again.
Keep going, even if it's slow.
Keep learning all you need to know.
The smallest step still takes you through—
And there is more ahead for you.
Remember this when skies turn grey:
A hard season is not your whole way.
You are allowed to start anew.
There is still good you can build and do.
❤️ THE END ❤️
