Each day there is a moment
a silent self regard
to accept the hurt unspoken
to admit that things are hard.
In these tearful pauses, remember,
to take in breath and center.
Trust the calm spaces within your soul,
give faith permission to enter.
And there, in that moment,
say thank you.
because hard comes when you are ready.
because hard is still you breathing
because hard is a goodbye to a scar.
You are healing what once was grieving.
Strength doesn’t form from ease,
it grows from interference.
Grace is bestowed as we lie weeping,
a gift of our perseverance.
Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.