Dawn
Apr 10, 2024
In the quiet of cockcrow,
when the world murmurs,
there, in that stillness,
I find me.
.
No impressive gestures,
no mountains moved,
just the breath,
the heartbeat of the earth,
reminding me.
I am,
we are,
enough.
Written by Miguel Santiago
In the silent voices of my heart, I walk alone, where shadows weep and dreams lay shattered, like remnants of a storm long past.