The quiet woods at dusk begin to beckon,
a whisper soft enough to make me reckon
with all the paths I never dared to take,
the dreams I shelved, the chances I let break—
yet still the fading light says, come, and I awaken.
Beckon
Tag: challegne
The Blues
A shadow falls across the room,
As twilight fades to gray,
A quiet touch of midnight blues
That steals the light away.
But music drifts upon the breeze,
A soft and healing sound,
And in the rhythm of the blues,
A deeper peace is found.
Opinionated
Openly sharing what rolls through the mind,
Persistent in views that are sharply defined.
Insisting on paths that they believe to be right,
Never back down from a spirited fight.
Indifferent to critics who try to oppose,
Onward they push where their certainty goes.
Not easily swayed by the crowd or the trend,
Always prepared to defend their own stance.
Talking with passion, conviction, and pride,
Eager to speak what is brewing inside,
Decided and firm, they won’t step aside.