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Enough with the whispers about kindness when the shadows of night ask you
Enough with the whispers about kindness when the shadows of night ask you to embrace your own gentleness,
Enough with the tales of love until your heart becomes the source from which authentic love flows,
Enough with praising success until your journey becomes an obsession of self-discovery,
Enough with stories of power until you bleed in silence and conquer the mountains of your own struggle.
Enough with dreams told aloud until you chase them, even when you are alone under the sky of disbelief,
Enough with calls for respect until you no longer shrink in the face of others' neglect, like a sun hidden by clouds,
Enough with waiting for permissions until you claim your rights, treasures hidden beneath silences,
Enough with hiding behind words until you break through all the doors that limit your flight.
Enough with stories about destiny until you rewrite each chapter with your courageous steps,
Enough with listening to others speak about you, now is the time to be what they could never take,
Enough with perfectionism as an unattainable illusion, it's time to be yourself, with imperfections that shine.
Copyright ©
Dan Enache
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