Wednesday, April 22, 2026

April is Here

With every year, the noise grows dim,

the need to chase, to prove, to win.

The fights you held, the wars you knew,

lose their meaning, fade from view.


Peace steps in, a sense of new calm, so clear,

and suddenly it all feels hard earned and more sincere.

No longer loud, no need to race,

you learn to move at your own pace.


The chaos that once felt alive,

now drains the will you used to drive.

And in its place, a steady glow,

a quieter strength begins to grow.


Time once spent without a thought,

now feels too precious to be lost.

You see the miles you went in vain,

for empty hearts and fleeting gain.


Aging, a curse in quiet disguise,

you read the truth behind the lies.

Patterns reveal what words may hide,

you see through masks they try to slide.


When souls around don’t add their light,

you loosen grip, you end it right.

No heavy words, no grand goodbye,

just quiet distance, you pass by.


Your circle shrinks, but roots run deep,

no borrowed bonds you have to keep.

Boundaries rise, not built in fear,

but shaped by all you now hold dear.


Health becomes your truest gold,

worth far more than what you hold.

Healing whispers, soft yet wise,

teaching you to prioritize.


The smallest joys, the simplest days,

now light your heart in quiet ways.

No great applause, no fleeting praise,

just inner peace that feels so right.


And as the years shape who you will be,

accepting fates and fears with ease,

accepting the limits people show,

and in that truth you slowly learn to grow free.


So here I stand, a little more me,

grateful for all I have come to see.

Stronger, calmer, finally free,

In pursuit of a peace that can bring a quiet glee!!

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April is Here

With every year, the noise grows dim, the need to chase, to prove, to win. The fights you held, the wars you knew, lose their meaning, fade ...