# Morning Breaks #

A heartfelt reflection on self-discovery, resilience, and acceptance.

This poem captures the journey from doubt and fear to courage, healing, and embracing life fully—with all its shadows and joys.

Morning Breaks

Morning breaks. I gather dreams—
Fragments of hope, whispers of fear.
The mirror speaks. I see my scars,
Stories etched beneath my skin.

Each wound, a tender bloom,
Each flaw, a truth unfolding within.
“Who am I?” the mind storms,
Yet light waits behind the cloud.

I breathe. I stand. I let it be—
Broken, whole, fierce, free.
All shadows, all joy, all pain,
All the tears, all the laughter—mine.

I rise. I promise. I fight.
A song of self, I make resound.
Complete, unchained, alive, I stand,
Embracing life with open, grateful hand.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com



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  1. This is beautiful, Vijay. I especially love “each wound, a tender bloom”. So lovely and evocative.

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  2. Those breaks are good for us, as you say, Vijay. My eye doctor says we should observe the 20/20 rule–When on the computer, look away for 20 seconds after every 20 minutes.

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  3. That’s wonderful!
    Thank you for sharing your valuable posts.

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