The day folds its wings in quiet grace,
soft lamps hum where worries fade.
I thank the small things — a word, a smile,
the way the air forgives my sighs.

Not everything stayed the way I hoped,
yet the heart learns the art of release 
to bless what left, to keep what stayed,
to trust the night will hold me still.

To trust everything unfolds as it should,
despite tired and weary, I tried my best to hold on 
the positive camaraderie and the lessons,
each one a lantern I carry into tomorrow.

Tonight, I rest not in perfection,
but in quiet appreciation 
for the soft courage it takes
to keep beginning again. 🌙