09/05/2026
The morning mistβ¦
The haze rolls thick across the quiet green,
A heavy shroud over what remains unseen.
Youβve been wandering in the dark, running in place,
Searching for truth in somebody else's space.
Look up.
The dawn breaks quiet, a sudden gold flare,
Cutting right through the cold morning air.
It doesn't ask permission to burn away the night-
It just steps into its power, blind with light.
Change isn't a shadow you need to fear.
Itβs the clearing of the weather, sharp and clear.
Strip away the noise, let the old skin shed,
Stop listening to the doubts trapped inside your head.
Root down deep into the dirt beneath your feet.
Where your true nature and your spirit meet.
You aren't meant to shrink; you aren't meant to hide-
You were built for the fire rising up inside.
Step out of the mist. Claim your own ground.
Be the voice you were born to sound.
- Tay of Light. π
