1. The Bridge I Found

Sunlight spills across the floor

shadows shrinking behind the door.


Steps are slow, unsure, but strong

whispers rise: you still belong.


The path is long, nights running deep

sometimes stumble, sometimes leap.


If hope still breathes, why choose to hide?


Your story is not done, it's only reaching for the light.


Tomorrow waits with skies so wide,

hope stretches long, walking by your side.


😊


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo


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