In the quiet hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where shadows softly start to fade,
A heart begins to find its place,
In the light that courageously stayed.

The whispers of the past may linger,
Echoes of battles fought and won,
Yet with each step, a gentle finger,
Points towards the rising sun.

In the garden of the mind, seeds grow,
Of hope, resilience, and gentle care,
Tended by hands that now know,
The strength of love that dares to repair.

Through the valleys deep and wide,
Where once the darkness held its sway,
A spirit rises, no longer to hide,
Embracing each new and vibrant day.