At dawn something begins to move within me.
A restlessness that once felt dark starts to loosen its grip.
What I left behind returns and stands before me.
The truth wants to become something new.

The stone that held my fear begins to crack.
What I kept silent no longer wishes to stay quiet.
There was death in my thoughts, heavy nights in my chest,
moments when I believed I could not endure.

And yet, even in the shadow, something blooms.
Even in the night, a flower breathes.
Even in silence, a song waits to be heard.

Do not be afraid.

Let the morning come.
Let the morning come.
Let the morning come and let all that burdens you move outward.

Let fear leave the body.
Let what was hidden dissolve.
Let the stone remember it can carry life.
Let the wound stop burning as punishment
and become proof that you survived.

You are not alone in the darkness.
You are not lost in the night.
What felt like an ending was only passage.
What felt like breaking was transformation.

Keep being.
Keep standing.
Keep breathing.

The flower does not fear the rock.
The dawn does not fear the night.
The heart must not fear its own depth.

Let what hurts find release.
Let what weighs on you find shape.
Let what frightens you lose its power.

The morning is coming.
The morning is coming.
The morning is coming, and with it, peace.

Do not be afraid.