The Pen in Your Hand
Life’s a canvas, wide and vast,
Not bound by shadows of the past.
The brush you hold, the pen you wield,
Can plant new dreams or let wounds be healed.

Each moment whispers, “Choose your way,”
To weave the night or birth the day.
Will you cling to fear, regret, and strife,
Or paint your heart with love and life?

Mistakes may...