yusra

A word, a smile, a helping hand,
          Can make a heart more strong to stand.
          Kindness costs so little ,  true,
          But it brings the best in you.

A soul on fire, with passion's flame
          Burning bright, with every heartbeat's claim
          It fuels their dreams, and lights the way
          Through life's darkest night, it shines like day
          Unstoppable, this soul will find its way

In a world that forgot how to be kind,
          they smiled.
          Not because life was gentle,
          but because their heart was.
          
          The body weakened,
          but the soul refused to kneel.
          While others broke under storms,
          they bloomed quietly in the rain.
          
          People called them fragile,
          yet they carried light in their pain,
          and proved that even the sick
          can heal the world with a smile

Some walk on roads of silver light,
          while others stumble through the night.
          Not for lack of strength or will,
          but walls of silence standing still.
          
          A voice unheard, a dream delayed,
          the world unevenly portrayed.
          Yet seeds of change can break the ground,
          when hope is shared, and hearts are found.
          

The sunrise whispers a secret: yesterday has no hold on you. Lay down the heaviness, breathe in the morning, and walk into today as though the world has been rewritten just for you.

Accept the skin you live in,
          whether light as dawn
          or deep as midnight,
          each shade is a verse of beauty.
          
          Accept the body you carry,
          slender, soft, or strong,
          the moon is round,
          the stars are small,
          yet both belong to the same sky.
          
          Accept the life you walk,
          whether rich in gold
          or rich in patience,
          true wealth is the kindness
          you leave behind.
          
          For acceptance is strength,
          and love is freedom.
          Whoever you are,
          whatever you hold,
          you are enough

Roots once whispered in shadows deep,
          Dreams lay hidden, lulled to sleep.
          Rain carved strength through tender skin,
          Sunlight called the bloom within.
          Each scar a map of where I’ve been,
          Yet here I rise, reborn again.
          

Beneath each scar, a seed will grow,
          Through storms and trials, strength will show.
          From whispers deep, a bloom will rise,
          A soul reborn beneath the skies.
          

Do not measure yourself by storms endured,
          but by the light you gave while the winds raged.
          Even in nights without stars,
          your glow may guide another home.
          

Carry light wherever you go.
          Even the smallest spark
          can guide a soul out of darkness.