In the shadow of silence, a melody stirs,
A laugh long forgotten, but still, it recurs.
The sun kisses scars where the darkness once lay,
And whispers, “You’re worthy of light every day.”
The smallest of sparks ignites a new flame,
A dance in the rain, unburdened by shame.
Each step feels unsteady, yet stronger it grows,
A rhythm of healing that only you know.
The weight you once carried begins to take flight,
Unveiling a world painted golden and bright.
Joy isn’t loud; it’s a soft, steady beat,
A hand reaching out, a heart that repeats:
“The pain you have weathered won’t dim what you’re due,
For joy, fierce and quiet, belongs now to you.”
Porter Pfrenger is a 26 year old poet and writer from Arkansas. He lives with his two partners, their two kids, and an amount of animals on a small homestead. Outside of writing, he enjoys crocheting and singing Broadway musicals with his family.
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