The Breath Between Worlds

Between the shadows and the dawn,

there is a breath—

a sacred pause where old sorrows dissolve,

and something new begins to stir.

This is the space where hope takes root,

silent and unseen at first,

like the softest leaf unfurling

after a long, harsh winter.

Here, beneath the weight of all that was,

a quiet strength is born—

not in forgetting, but in embracing,

not in rushing, but in waiting.

The soul learns the ancient art

of gentle surrender—

to let go without losing,

to open wide without breaking.

In this breath between worlds,

there is a promise whispered—

that even the deepest night

cannot hold the morning back.

And so, step by tender step,

we rise—

carrying the past within us,

but walking toward the light.