
07/05/2025
I lay my sorrows in the light,
No longer bound by silent fight.
The sun, it warms my open chest—
A quiet sign it’s time to rest.
I give the ache, the tears, the strain,
Back to the skies, back to the rain.
No need to hold what weighs me down,
I trade the storm for golden crown.
No more the hunger, no more the run,
Just steady breath under the sun.
And here I stand, not needing more—
Content with less, with peace in store. 💙