By Nurish Hardefty
Three years more have passed, a journey my own,
A path of strength where seeds were sown.
Alone, yet never truly apart,
With the whispers of growth deep in my heart.
The bench bears witness, the sunset glows,
In solitude’s quiet, resilience grows.
Each fallen leaf a story told,
Of battles fought, of courage bold.
No hand to hold, yet I’ve found my way,
Through shadows of night to light of day.
A single soul, yet not forlorn,
For in this stillness, I am reborn.
Three years of peace, of learning to be,
A woman of strength, wild and free.
Congratulations, whispered by the breeze,
A love for myself, a heart at peace.
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