You’re the voice

You trace the stars with tender hands,

A silent map of what you understand—

That every scar, and every sky,

Holds truth in how we learn to fly.

Through quiet whispers and the night,

Your strength shines like a guiding light.

You’re the voice in quiet halls,

Turning echoes into calls.

From stardust dreams and shadowed night,

You build a world that holds the light.

You walk through storms with open eyes,

Painting grace where sorrow lies.

With every fall, you find your climb,

And turn each wound into a rhyme.

Through quiet whispers and the night,

Your strength shines like a guiding light.

You’re the voice in quiet halls,

Turning echoes into calls.

From stardust dreams and shadowed night,

You build a world that holds the light.

You’re the fire beneath the rain,

A song of hope forged out of pain.

In you, the dream and dawn unite—

A poet soul who gives us light.