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I Grand Rise with the Sunrise

When darkness lingers and doubt creeps in,
I whisper to my soul, "This is where we begin."
First light breaks through the distant hills,
Golden fingers stretching across sleeping window sills.

I rise not because the day demands it,
But because my spirit understands it—
That every dawn holds sacred possibility,
A canvas waiting for my brushstrokes of reality.

Yesterday's failures dissolved in night's keeping,
No longer worth the salt of my weeping.
They were lessons, not losses, stepping stones not graves,
Teachings from the universe on how the heart behaves.

So I stand tall in amber morning light,
My shadow long but my vision bright.
I breathe in possibility with the dew-soaked air,
Feeling my roots grow deeper as I stand there.

They say the darkest hour comes before the dawn,
But they never speak of what happens once darkness is gone—
How you can become the very light you sought,
How you can embody the strength you thought you bought.

I am not just rising with the sun,
I am becoming radiance when day has just begun.
My grand rise isn't measured in heights or depths,
But in the steady rhythm of determined breaths.

So let my footsteps drum against the earth,
Let my voice carry the tune of rebirth.
I am not waiting for the world to recognize my flame,
I am the fire that calls the morning by its name.

Grand rising to the heart that knows its worth,
Grand rising to the dream awaiting birth.
Grand rising to the soul that dares to sing,
Grand rising to the joy that morning brings.

I don't just greet the day—I become it.
I don't just chase the light—I run with it.
This sunrise isn't just a daily start,
It's the eternal beginning in my heart.

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