Reverie Whispers

In the quiet of her own becoming,
she fuels the flames within,
not for warmth to offer others,
but as signals to where her dreams begin.

For she is both the night, and the dawn’s first light.

Amidst the serenity of her mind,
she finds the sparks, once left behind.
Each time she falls, she rises tall,
a little less guarded, hearing life’s call.

For she is both the doubt, and the unwavering faith within.

Unseen by many, yet fiercely warm,
her courage kindles through each storm,
defying darkness, a beacon bright,
rising anew, unstoppable in sight.

For she is both the storm, and the calm that follows.