Ashes in the Morning

{intimate piano with faint rain,

distant heartbeat pulse}

Some days morning feels like mercy.

Some days morning feels like war.

Some days I can see the distance.

Some days I can’t find the door.

There will still be heavy weather,

There will still be nights too long,

Old reflections in the mirror Trying to tell me I was wrong.

I won’t promise I’ll be fearless.

I won’t swear I’ll never fall.

I have learned that being human Doesn’t make me weak at all.

When the tunnel loses color And the ending disappears,

I’ll remember who survived Every one of those dark years.

Through every weather,

I will carry what I know: Storms can make the world feel

endless, But no storm can always hold.

Through every weather,

When my hope becomes a thread,

I will hold it like a lifeline Through the thunder in my

head. There’ll be days I love this life.

There’ll be days I barely try.

But I have watched the rain move on,

And I have met another dawn.

Even when I cannot see,

I’ll trust there’s more ahead of me.

Through every weather,

I’ll keep moving. I have risen from the ashes,

Then returned to them in tears.

I have fought a civil war Between my future and my fear.

I have held a heart of glass And heard it fracture in

my hands. I have learned that being broken Doesn’t mean I cannot

stand. I have felt the old pull downward.

I have started more than once.

I have let the good stay near me Without fearing when it’s

gone. Life still hurts,

but it has meaning In the choices that I make.

Every day I keep on living Is another shape I take.

When I cannot feel the purpose,

When the future disappears,

I won’t ask myself for forever.

I’ll just ask to make it here.

Through every weather,

I will carry what I know: Storms can make the world feel

endless, But no storm can always hold.

Through every weather,

When my hope becomes a thread,

I will hold it like a lifeline Through the thunder in my

head. There’ll be days I love this life.

There’ll be days I barely try.

But I have watched the rain move on,

And I have met another dawn.

Even when I cannot see,

I’ll trust there’s more ahead of me.

Through every weather,

I’ll keep moving.

I don’t need to call this healed.

I don’t need to call this whole.

I am more than every wound,

And I am more than every goal.

I am laughter. I am mourning.

I am courage. I am doubt.

I am every time I stayed When there seemed no way back

out. When I lose the sound of hope,

I’ll listen for my breathing.

When I forget why I began,

I’ll remember I’m still becoming.

Not untouched. Not unafraid.

Not beyond the reach of pain.

Just alive enough to know The sky will always change.

Through every weather,

I will carry what I know: I have stood inside the darkness

And still found somewhere to go.

Through every weather,

Even hope reduced to thread Can be woven into something Strong enough

to pull ahead. There’ll be days I bless this life.

There’ll be days I question why.

But I won’t let one bitter night Become my entire sky.

Even when the road is dim,

I know the morning waits within.

Through every weather, I’ll keep moving.

When the mirror turns against me,

When the old

war starts again, When the glass begins to tremble,

When the storm returns as rain— I will breathe.

I will remain. I will guard the smallest flame Until the darkness

starts to change. Not every dawn will feel like rescue.

Not every night will feel the same.

But somewhere underneath the ashes,

The spark remains. { piano and rain fade with heartbeat

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