Whispers of Karma's Loom
A weary sigh escapes the dawn's pale light, No toil or task, yet limbs weighed down by night. Sleep's embrace, though ample, leaves a trace, Of lingering slumber in a restless space.
The heart, a chamber filled with echoes faint, Of paths not taken, whispers stained with paint Of choices made, a tapestry of gray, Where threads of regret twist through every day.
Karma's whispers dance on silent air, A mocking chorus in a soul laid bare. Kindness, a cloak too easily professed, While inner shadows shroud the unexpressed.
Neglect's cold tendrils bind with chilling clasp, Leaving a void where warmth should hold its grasp. But wait, dear soul, within the weary shell, A spark still flickers, waiting to dispel
The tangled web of doubt and self-reproof. Let forgiveness bloom, a gentle, healing proof That even stars find solace after night, And dawn's first blush can herald morning light.
So rise, my friend, and greet the day anew, With open eyes and heart both strong and true. Embrace the journey, scars and all, you see, For even shadows paint a tapestry.
Forgive, release, and let your kindness shine, A beacon bright, a melody divine. For neglect's embrace can no longer hold, When self-love's anthem rings, brave, bold.
Go forth, dear soul, and find your gentle grace, In every step, a chance to mend, embrace. The heart, once weary, finds its wings at last, And soars above the shadows of the past.
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