Unwritten Days
Unwritten Days
Some days arrive softly,
like a page still warm
from the promise of ink.
I don’t always know
what story I’m living
only that my heart
keeps turning forward.
Not every step is loud,
not every win shines,
but quiet courage
is still courage.
So here I am again:
breathing, hoping,
writing beauty
into a day
that hasn’t finished
becoming yet.
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