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Here’s to the next chapter. πŸ₯‚

Here’s to the next chapter. πŸ₯‚

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For as long as I can remember, I knew I would write, but whenever I think about writing on this special day, my heart skips a beat.


This past year, I circled the sun, With changes I had not foreseen. I faced the depths, the heights, the core— Tears flowed freely, joy took flight, Sorrow and laughter both took light. I leapt forward in the fog's embrace, With no clear map, I found my place. Though shadows lingered, steps unsure, I'm grateful now, I stand secure. 


I leaned on love, my anchor strong, My father's bond is where I belong. My family held me, firm and true, Their love, my guide, through skies so blue. 


Enimoney, my forever woman, beside me, stayed, Through darkest nights, we never swayed. In growth and love, we've far surpassed, A bond so deep, forever to last.

And to my "forever wanna be Gen Z, " You led me and kept me on my beam. Best girls and mentors, near and true, Helped me keep my clear view.

And though I stepped aside to pause, I found myself, my hidden cause.

My friends, my treasures, everyone,

I count them twice when the days are done.


Last trip, I chose a different way,

To pause, to breathe, to drift away.

In silence, I found parts long lost,

A rediscovery is worth the cost.

In faith, I walked without control, Through stumbles, learned to trust it all. Blossoming despite the thorns, With each wound, a flower is born. I cherish now the woman I see, A journey toward who I’m meant to be.

Now I return, with lessons learned,

A woman blossomed, deeply earned.

The next chapter calls—I'll Rise, Here’s to the next, the future near, With hope, with grace, and with no fear.


Here’s to the next chapter. πŸ₯‚

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