**I Don’t Want to Compromise**

In the silence of the dawn,
where light seeps through the curtains,
I find the remnants of my dreams,
spirits unshackled, whispering softly.
Life beckons with the delicate breath of choice,
and I stand, bare feet in lush grass,
the earth embracing my resolve.

To navigate this winding path,
the world offers its glittering trinkets,
but I clasp my heart tightly,
for each desire, each longing,
is a thread woven in the tapestry of my being.
I don’t want to compromise,
to cut away pieces of myself
in the name of comfort,
in the name of fitting in.

Voices swirl like autumn leaves,
whispering sweet nothings of surrender—
“Just this once,” they chant,
“Just a little bend in the road.”
But I feel the resonance of my spirit,
an ancient drum that echoes,
reminding me of who I am,
and who I refuse to become.

The sunrise is a tapestry of colors,
each hue a promise of authenticity,
and I strive to paint my own horizon.
I refuse the palette of grey that dims the fervor,
where passions wash away in mediocrity’s tide.
Awake, alert; I will not shrink back,
I will not...