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Strength is not the hunger to prevail,
nor salting wounds so others fail.
It is a voice that softens space,
that meets your fear and leaves you grace.
Small hearts climb by pushing down,
borrowing height from another’s crown.
But rooted souls don’t race or prove—
they build the path so all may move.
True power travels light and slow,
no need for banners, flags, or show.
It turns the night a shade more kind,
by seeing pain we try to hide.
It knows the cost of quiet tears,
the weight we carry year to year,
and breaks the chains not through command,
but by an open, steady hand.
Happy new year 2026 Yrmom ❤
dark and bold
I place myself where daylight stays,
where quiet strength outshines the haze.
I guard my heart, I clear my ground,
no borrowed noise, no needless sound.
The world may tug, may beg, may bend,
but I answer only what I am.
I tend my dreams with patient hands,
I stitch my wounds with wiser plans.
I dance with dawn, I weather rain,
I turn my scars to sacred gain.
No guilt for space my spirit claims,
for love I shape, for chosen flames.
This year is mine—my breath, my tone,
my steady rise, my standing stone.
I bend, not break; I learn, I grow,
I trust the path I choose to go.
My soul grows brave, my heart runs free,
I live this life deliberately.
With purpose sharp and vision true,
I walk aligned with all I knew.
I am my promise, kept in sight
this life, this self, this earned light.
A little grief for what’s gone.
A little gratitude for what stayed.
And big hope for whatever’s next.
We leave doors open for people
Who will never knock again.
Stubborn human heart,
Living for maybes and what ifs.
Hoping, until the day it dies.
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