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@peacewriter51

In the silence of the night, you find your truth, 

The delicate balance between love and independence,

 
Understanding that to hold a hand is not to bind the heart, 

Realising that comfort doesn’t always shelter the soul.

You grasp that affection isn’t a contract signed, 

And that gifts don’t guarantee the promise of tomorrow, 

With time, you embrace your setbacks, 

With dignity adorned like a crown, not the burden of sorrow.

You learn to craft your path with each new dawn, 

For the future is a canvas unpainted, uncertain,

 
Plans may drift like leaves upon the wind, 

And dreams can shatter like glass in the sun.

You come to know that even light can blind, 

So you tend to your own garden with care, 

Nurturing the blooms of your spirit, 

Instead of waiting for others to offer their blooms.

In this journey, you discover your strength, 

You find the worth that has continuously resided within,

 
And with each farewell, a more profound knowledge unfolds,

 
You learn, you grow, with every goodbye, you learn.