New Hopes and Dreams

Through the quiet hours before the morning breaks

I feel the weight of yesterday dissolve into the mist

The sky begins to open with a tender glow

as if the earth itself remembers how to breathe again

I gather the fragments of promises left behind

shaping them into lanterns to guide my steps

Every scar upon my skin turns into a map

pointing toward horizons I have never walked

There is no certainty in the path ahead

yet the trembling in my chest is not of fear

but of longing for the unknown songs

waiting to be written in the language of tomorrow

I imagine rivers carving valleys through the stone

mountains bowing to the patience of the wind

until the person I become greets me with kindness