12/12/2025
Once, I Was a Sunrise
Once, I was a sunrise—
young, pretty, and untamed,
a spark that lit every room
with laughter that never tired
and dreams that never slept.
My face once held the softness
of petals in early bloom,
my steps carried the energy
of a heart always ready
for the next adventure.
But time, as it always does,
has brushed its fingers
on my skin,
softened the glow,
and whispered its truth
in the mirror.
Now the pretty face is fading—
so they say.
Now the body breathes heavier
after long days.
Now the world sees age
in the lines I've earned.
Yet I…
I see something deeper.
I see a woman
who lived, who loved,
who carried storms
and still chose to rise.
I see strength woven
in every crease,
wisdom blooming
where youth once stood.
I see beauty
that no clock can steal—
the kind that grows
from surviving, giving,
hoping,
and becoming.
I am no longer the sunrise—
I am the golden hour,
richer, warmer,
full of stories the world
can only admire.
And even now,
I shine.
