To live a fulfilled life is to have one of value.
Lessons, tragedies, peaceful bliss, experiences.
I wish to make a home within myself; a home is where I’ll go.

As the hours turn to days and days turn to months, I wish to live a life worth living.

I wish to experience sunrises on the island, where blue waves crash into the sand, being drawn by the current.
I wish to experience group circles filled with people from all lands, telling stories of folklore and magic throughout the full moon evenings.
I wish to experience long drives in a car, watching mountains pass by my window as sunshine beams down on my face.
I wish to experience a feeling of deep peace in my soul and create a home within myself, no matter where the wind might take me.

As the hours turn to days and days turn to months, I wish to feel alive.
I wish to feel at home.
For a home is where I go.

I have so many goals for 2024.
This year will be bigger than before.

I will continue to mentor ADHD youth.
Advocate for LGBTQ to speak their truth.

January, Career Day inspiring young souls.
February, I’ll accomplish one of my biggest goals.

In March, at a book gala with my own table.
April, youth art event, showing them of what they’re able.

In May, we’ll be on the cover of Rally Up Magazine.
June is Pride month, what a beautiful scene.

July, we have a pop up celebrating our success.
August, Unity Day for mental health awareness.

September, we’re traveling to Mexico.
October, who knows where this path will go.

November, I’ll be so grateful for the year that I had.
This year in December, the holidays won’t feel so bad.

New Years Resolutions –
One I accomplished no slack,
Each check off the box,
Each proud moment to look back.

But in the last few years,
I’ve been slipping and failing.
Because of the busyness of life
That can be both great and heartbreaking.

Goals for this twenty-twenty-four
Like anyone else has;
Weight loss, exercise, being healthy more,
Read books, invest in friendships,
Devotions, meditation, and journaling
For each morn to pass.

Don’t forget being on a forgiveness journey
—To let go of offenses, be set free
From those long ago did me dirty
And make me a better person who I ought to be.

Will add more as I have dreams
Of writing stories for the whole world to see.
One book idea of a decade,
A screenplay, two, or more with
Fantastic scenes.

Yes, I love stories
—especially with themes
Happy, sad funny, cry,
All to relate when life intervenes.

Now, the last resolution is only small,
“Life Dad up” is what’s written on the list;
As pieces of my world fall
Bit by bit through illness’s mist

It was one thing, then another,
Test given, test about
All came what was fully discovered:
Dementia. Was without a doctor’s doubt.

Just like any year we’re in
It’s born, then dies,
Was his disease that stayed with
No intentions for goodbyes.

My Dad, my once strong hero,
My fright, protector, and friend
In his place was someone different
In his dark corner—knowing he is coming close to a complete end.

I have no fears for when he goes
to After-Life and farther.
But the one worry I do have, is the day
he will no longer remember I am his daughter.

They say “You got your whole life ahead of you,”
Whenever I feel old
But “Life is short.”
Is the truth to be told.

“Don’t take the little things in life
Granted,” another to say.
‘Cause life is a gift, you never know
What comes in the day.

Knowing when it comes or unpredictable,
Emotions and thoughts come high and low;
Tempted to give in despair
My Dad tells me his prayers for me to know:

“I want to leave behind a legacy of love,”
“Have faith, trust, and pray,”
“Work in what you love doing,” and
“If you’re led to do something, do it today.”

Giving wisdom and advice for a lifetime
Like any parent would for their kid;
He’s said many things but few I keep,
I realized my Dad’s wisdom is never one to forbid.

So, I still follow my resolutions but with a hard,
Yet good, approach for the year:
To keep writing, and to be present with family—
Both of which I hold to my heart so dear.

I must not give up—no, I mustn’t!
My aim, my prayer, my wish, my goal:
Is to write, to publish, any story reaches the world
With heart and soul.

And for any story I write—-
For any to be published, seen, and read;
For my Dad to witness, be proud, for a writing that treaded
In sweat and love to spread.

A gift, a talent, from father to daughter,
Each story inspired is never in vain.
A legacy placed before me with much encouragement, support, and love—-
A secret of life makes me the richest to gain.

This year, I promise myself.
to not rely on someone to make the world better.
Rather, I will count on me,
to fill my role better on Earth.

This year,
I may not fulfill some hope in myself.
But I will do justice to my power.
I may not make much money.
But I will make more meaning.
I may have a lot of free time.
But I won’t waste any minute.

For all the challenges,
the struggles,
the injustices,
the unwanted things that may happen to me this year,
I will face those bravely.

I will not fear any failure.
Because I can learn from them.
I will drink to my success,
Because I will deserve them.

I will not promise to be less sad.
But I promise I will be less mad.
I will not promise I will smile more.
But I promise I will be grateful more.

This year, I will write many books,
even though no one believes in me.
I will type and thrive,
cause I believe in myself.

Dear Universe,

Here we are at the start of a new year again, and we all know what that means. The annual ritual of donning a mask of optimism and acting as if our lives are going to go through some dramatic change just because the calendar changes. Every year, I hear the cliched cries, “New year, new you!” And every year, I have to scoff and roll my eyes. Realistically speaking, how many New Year’s resolutions become reality? How many people can look back at the end of any given year and say they’re a different, better person than when the year started? A lucky few, maybe. Others look back on the year with little more than dashed hopes and disappointment.

There was a time when I bought into the “New year, new you” hype like everyone else. Twenty years ago, I thought, This is going to be my year! I had goals of making straight As, losing weight, finding a boyfriend, and being popular. I had longer-term goals of getting my drivers license, graduating with honors, attending college and eventually law school, finding a high-paying job, and starting a family. None of those things ever happened for me, While some failures were of my own doing, many more were due to circumstances beyond my control. Being aromantic-asexual killed my chances of dating or starting a family, and having a rare disease killed my chances of doing everything else on my past goals list.

As much as we want to believe our lives will get better, sometimes the world deals you a bad hand that can’t be changed, no matter the amount of hard work or positive thinking. I, of all people, know how life has a way of derailing expectations, and even on the rare occasion that I do achieve a goal I’ve set for myself, not much changes. Last year, I lost 45 lbs, which combined with the 65 lbs I lost in 2022 makes 110 lbs lost in the past two years, but I’m still fat. Last year, I earned $300 with my writings, but I’m still financially struggling. I’m tired of setting myself up for heartbreak and disappointment by hoping for improvement year after year, so I won’t be making any lofty goals for 2024, such as getting a new job or starting a family. Those things are about as likely to happen as pigs flying, and I refuse to lie to myself and others in the name of optimism.

Not only will I not be making big goals for myself, I won’t be making any goals for myself at all in 2024. This year, my goals are to help others. My list of 2024 goals is as follows:

1. Raise money to help my friends who are struggling. One of my friends is stuck with thousands of dollars in hospital bills; another friend has roof damage from a recent snowstorm. Both are financially struggling just as much, if not more than me, and I don’t want them to have to go without food or utilities because life was unkind to them.

2. Participate in at least 1 Facebook fundraiser monthly. I periodically participate in Facebook fundraisers, such as “Walk X miles a month” or “Read X amount of minutes a day” for various charities. Although I haven’t had much success raising money yet, these challenges help me keep up with my fitness and reading goals and help other people with disabilities get the services they need.

3. Lose 50 – 70 lbs this year. I started my weightloss journey two years ago because of my mentor. Along the way, I’ve lost 110 lbs and gained new friends. While I don’t want to set unrealistic goals and be disappointed in myself at the end of the year, I owe it to my mentor and friends to keep up with my weight loss until I reach my goal weight.

4. Study under my mentor, and put that knowledge to good use. My mentor is hosting a cruise in March, not a “just for fun” cruise but a study cruise. It’s 6 days’ worth of classes on communication and marketing, which I hope will help me earn more money.

5. Earn at least $500 with my art and writing. My disability prevents me from working a traditional job, so my opportunities for earning money are limited. I rely on my artistic talents to make money but still need more coming in to achieve my goals.

All of which brings me to my most important goal for 2024, get back to New York this December for my mentor’s Christmas concert. My mentor came into my life at its darkest point and is one of the few people to believe in me, despite my many shortcomings. I owe it to him to show up each year and to strive for the goals on this list, so that his faith in me won’t be in vain. Although I can’t hold out hope for my own betterment, I can hope that others’ lives may be better because of me.

Best Seller

Number one or number ten
I just want to win
Something.
I guess something real.
2024
I want feel
ALIVE
I want to heal
MY MIND.
I’ll write the novel
Type the memoir
Scribble the essay till my knuckles bleed.
I’d be sincere
Finally free, awake and clear.
Momentary Success will Finally be consistent.
One day,
In 2024
I’ll be the best seller
In the NY times
For trying times
Without wasting time.
So what will I achieve?
Who will I be?
My new goal is to speak
Factually
With intent
I’ll no longer accept
Maybe’s, wait’s, or let’s see.
I’m achieving what God intended for me
Happiness
Wonder
Success
Laughter.
The world will understand what I can do.
Mediocre or strange,
I’ll stand on my truth
Against every hurricane
Every opinion
And every rotten tomato.
2024 I’ll overachieve
Whether 1 million hear my story
Or only 15 read.
My fulfillment won’t come from the awards
Or the recognition.
I’ll be a bestseller
Because for the first time
In the history of my life
My heart spoke
And my mind Listened.

-Hirasoul

A letter to myself in this new year….

These types of letters and resolutions always seem kind of pointless, especially when you should be working on yourself always for the better. You shouldn’t just start being better because it’s a new year.

But here we are….maybe it’s for the motivation. Maybe it’s because for the first time in a long time, you’re not super depressed going into the new year.

You’re already off to a good start…texting most, if not all people back who have texted you. Carving out time with family and friends. Working out, even if it’s only for 30 minutes a day, you’re already seeing results. Cleaning and decluttering. It’s amazing the crap you can accumulate while you’re depressed.

Next up is going back to school for your bachelors, and hell, maybe we’ll even get our masters. Get your license and a car. But first you need a job because being a caregiver to a loved one isn’t enough to qualify to get money. You’ll be tired, sure, but when aren’t we tired ?

Visit all the doctors you can before you turn 26 in September and get kicked off the family’s insurance.

Work on the companies. Bake more. Cook more. Take photos. Film.

And if you’re lucky, and if there’s enough time (which there usually most definitely isn’t) but maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to get your baby back this year. March will be three years since they’ve gained their angel wings, but if we’re lucky, maybe they’ll come flying home into your arms.

2024 seems doable. 2024 seems possible.
2024 seems heavenly. Don’t you think?

A poem for the new life I am bringing into the world in 2024.

I can’t wait to meet you
Bright new life
clothed in vernix,
hair styled by nature,
sharing my every feature
as I learn to love them all
through you

When my body
can no longer hold you,
I will bring to life
the sun of early summer
drying all the rain
making everything green
and whole

I can’t wait to know you
Eyes level with mine
Every goal realized
through you
My girl,
I’ve waited for so long
to be your mom

How long ‘til I meet you?
I am bathed in sunlight
by the thought of your arrival
that will make us whole

In Fairport’s embrace, Lisa Ashman, a visionary sage, A digital pioneer, started on a courageous stage. Foreclosure’s shadow loomed, a challenge she’d face, With marketing prowess, she championed grace.
Her journey unfolded, a quest for justice profound, Education and mentorship, and wisdom she found. Diverse industries whispered, and shared their tale, In a book, she will unveil foreclosure’s intricate trail.

Beyond homes’ confines, her insight did soar, Small businesses, professionals, and the struggles she bore. In the economy’s storm, facing downsizing strife, Lisa pledged to make a difference and transform their life.

Tech, finance, banking, AI, a collaboration dance, With giants she joined, a resilient workforce’s chance. A trailblazer in advocacy, digital transformation art, Lisa Ashman’s goals for 2024, a poetic, impactful start.

The excitement you feel at new years. Is arbitrary. It’s created. We decided that completing 365 days is an accomplishment. A time to celebrate, to reflect, to dream.

We begin to think about all the possibilities of a new year. The places we may go, people we may meet, people we may become.

We create the feeling of being new, fresh, opportunities await.

But what if we celebrated like this every week. Everyday. We feel the same accomplishment and pride and joy for living another day. We feel the excitement and dream about the possibilities that tomorrow holds.

We truly, deep down try to embrace the feelings of new years each and every day. We reflect on the day, what went wrong and released it. What went right and how we can foster more of that. Appreciate the places we went that day while dreaming of the places we’ll go tomorrow.

We create how we feel. How we process. We can’t control the outside influences but we can work to control how we process and react. We can celebrate each and every day and the possibilities that a new day holds.

This year I want to celebrate the new day.

Good morning, happy new day!
Good night, wishing you an amazing tomorrow!

I’m fifteen days into the new year.
I’ve taken no more than twelve steps,
My eyes blink, and in a flash I am here.
My ’empty’ falls, I stand. In God’s light, at my best.
An astral curtain, I’ve just phased through.
Sheer focus aimed ahead; No more playing dead.
Side not with the wicked; rather, the justly shrewd.
Most haven’t seen what hell has to offer. I have, and I’m through.
I’ll march forward. Alone, or with a few.
Nevermind those shadows, we walk in truth.
You’ve got me, and I’ve got you.

P.S. I understand this is quite vague/cryptic. I don’t wanna give too much away on my goals just yet. Still in the process of organizing/compiling 🙂

Every year she asks.
I peel off my skin
scour for shortcomings
failures.
Pen to paper before the deadline
when two arms reach for the heavens.
One night makes us new
clean.
This night defines our goodness
our worth.
2024?
What will I feverishly change
reject
in the name of betterment
self hatred?
2023.
Magic came as pain
pain as fog
disguised healing.
So when she asked,
what needs to be fixed?
I know.
It’s the part of us that asks such questions
the part of us that is her.
I say,
this year will be hard.
It will require more
more than a year’s work
more stillness
more rest
more presence
more silliness
more creativity
more healing
2024?
There will be more.
More for me.
More of me.

So there I was, sitting on a twin-size air mattress on my cousin’s bedroom floor in the Bronx–jobless, depressed, and suicidal. It was at that moment that I realized that I was the only person that could save me, so I had to become a Phoenix. I had to spread my wings to fly or I was sure to die. I’ve been told my entire life, “You’re so strong. You’re built for this. You’re the strongest person I know” but nobody knows the violence it took to become this gentle.

A little over a year ago, I had an ego death. After months of suicidal thoughts and PTSD flashbacks from my childhood, I mourned, grieved, and rejoiced all within a day. Suddenly, I realized it was destined that way–that I was destined for death and rebirths so I changed my name to Phoenix Ríszing. I had to die in order not to die. I had to die in order to become new. I had to let go of the version of myself who was trapped in suffering–allowing myself to grieve various versions of me that no longer served the woman I was becoming.

I spent the majority of my early-mid 20s using drugs and sex to repress my childhood trauma; trauma I didn’t even remember having, that was, until I experienced my first PTSD flashback over a year ago. It was a panic attack and bodily flashback episode that brought me back to that 7 or 8 year old little girl who was once molested. That flashback showed me the reality of being a trauma survivor and how easy it is to bury traumatic memories deep within as a way to protect ourselves. Even if we have no recollection of repressing these memories–which I did not. It’s no wonder, as an adult, that I attracted a partner who would trigger and mirror my childhood trauma so intensely until it forced me to acknowledge how my childhood trauma led me into a TRAUMA BOND with a toxic partner. The trauma bond eventually led to a new sexual trauma–one that had come to me in a dream as a warning, yet quickly became a premonition and unfolding of my worst nightmare. My ancestors and my higher self had no choice but to step in considering that I was running down a road that almost cost me my sanity. I spent all of 2023 processing and recovery from past trauma, but in 2024, I will spend my year LIVING. Loving myself unconditionally and unapologetically. In 2024, I am honoring my needs without guilt. In 2024, I am raising my standards and the price of access to me. I will no longer be offering my body to others in exchange for “love” or validation. In 2024, I will forgive myself for all the things I convinced myself I needed to do in order to survive. In 2024, I will collect memories that remind me why it’s a gift to still be alive. I will sit with my inner child and remind her that she is loved, seen, and protected in ways she wasn’t all those years ago. We will hold hands and pick flowers, blow bubbles, and daydream about the future that has never looked brighter for us. For the first time in my life, I will choose ME. I’ll choose us.

My journey has not been gentle with me and because of this I’ve been forced to address ancestral pain and trauma. It has taken immense courage to sit with this. From an early age, I knew there was heavy darkness in my bloodline but as an adult, I’ve been able to break the curse by choosing healing. In 2023, I was called by my ancestors to heal and protect my bloodline through embarking on this healing journey of healing generational trauma. I had to die and rebirth myself several times. It feels strange to say, but I am thankful for my traumas and my demons. Not because they’ve given me ANY grace, but for volunteering to teach me just how resilient I am. Truth is, I thought I could outrun my trauma until one day it finally tapped me on the shoulder. Now, my trauma and I are becoming one–like lovers in a tub of roses. I now throw roses into the abyss as a way to thank the monsters who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive. This is my offering to my monsters and the version of me that I let die with them. In 2024, I will look in the mirror and tell myself “I’m proud of you. Thank you for existing” In 2024, I will love myself more because if I don’t who will?

A new year, a new me what will it be? Longing for change but staying the same. Fighting the wars of fear, failure, self-doubt, procrastination, and no clear path to gratification. Trying to pry the doors of abundance and prosperity open; only to be met by my own self on the other side, keeping them closed tight. This year’s goal is to win this fight. To find purpose, to find peace, to find the broken pieces of my dreams. A new year, a new me.

A proposition to my future self:
I will hold myself both accountable and protected
I will stand firm in the earth, barefoot when possible
I will copy song in birds and tend to any garden
I will hold conversation with the neighborhood cat and slow down to watch the sunrise
the sunset
I will speed up to meet the stars and run wild to the horses
I will see myself in everything
I will love myself in everything
And I know I will keep burning in everything
but
that is something I will finally accept

In the coming new year, I’ve decided I’m finally going to lose weight. I’ll look good and feel great, with a smile on my face. Why? Because I am FINALLY going to lose the weight.

Lose the weight of fear-the fear of trying and worrying about what will happen if I fail. Yeah, I might sink, but what if I sail? Fear will no longer stop me from learning, growing and becoming more. I know, I know-I might fall. But what if I soar?

This year, I’ll lose the weight of responsibility. I know how that sounds, but let me explain. I am hereby no longer responsible when others choose to repeat the cycles of self-inflicted pain. The truth is I realized I am not responsible for how other people feel, and I only learned that when I decided to break out of my own cycles and finally began to heal. I will learn to set boundaries and see to it that they are respected. I am no longer accepting your terms for my life, consider them rejected.

Speaking of feelings and cycles and pain-bitterness tried to take root in my heart, but I’ve decided to deny its claim. We all have been hurt in this life, something we couldn’t stop from coming, but your ashes can’t be turned to beauty if you stay angry and unforgiving. So, I’m going to lose the weight of this hurt, which before may have seemed far too daunting, but sometimes just letting go of how you thought things would be, can give you the closure you’re so desperately wanting. Hurt people hurt people, no one is exempt from that. So, you won’t find me on a high horse, pretending I’ve never stabbed a back. This is what it takes, this is how you heal. I’m dropping the facade, just give me what’s real.

I am letting go of the need to always be in control. It’s an impossible feat and one that is bound to take its toll. It’s laughable, if you think about it, really and in the words of my baby girl: “No mommy, that’s silly.” I am learning there is beauty in the unknown. A new adventure or an unexpected call from an old friend, life is like a great book, though we don’t yet know it’s end. So, yes, I’m losing the weight of trying to control everything. I’ll sit back and enjoy the ride and just let life do its thing.

I think I’ve made my point, I think you get the gist. Though I have a lot of goals for the new year, losing weight is at the top of my list.

New year
New me?
No not new me
Same me
But with new goals
New goals
New aspirations
Do new things
For the new year
A chance to rest
To restart
To do the things
I said I would
But never did
Last year

It’s a new year
So set new goals right
Make new resolutions
Is what everyone says
You do
In the new year
So what are my goals?
That’s a good question
I ask myself
I haven’t really thought about it
But I know I should
So goals I want to accomplish
In this new year are

Getting my drivers license
It’s something I should have by now
But I don’t
29 with no license
I never really needed it
From living in a city
In a neighborhood
Where I can walk to anything
But now as I get older
I realize I need it

Drinking less
I drink for many reasons
I like the taste
With friends and family
Gives me confidence
Out of boredom
To escape my thoughts
To drink my feelings away
Which where it gets bad
I know I shouldn’t do that
Drink to forget
But I did
I used to
Last year I tried
Slowly down
I was doing good
But had my slip ups too
But this year
I want to try it again
Drinking less
And actually accomplishing it
For my family
For my friends
And most importantly
For myself

Focusing on myself
Along with my mental health
Such as getting back into yoga
I took classes every weekend
But then stopped
When they filled up
Too fast

Mediating
To help calm down
And to clear my mind
My mind has a million tabs open
It’s always fasting
I need to slow down
And focus on myself
Working out more

Climbing
Climbing helps me
Both physically and mentally
It clears my mind
It makes me have to focus
To figure out how to get
To the top
Works my muscles
Legs and arms
I feel it when I stop for awhile
Makes me feel stronger
Makes me feel better
Afterwards
It’s a challenge
And I love it
I need to climb
More this year
And stop making excuses
For why I can’t

Journaling
To release my thoughts
My feelings
My emotions
In a better way
A more healthier way
Then before
I can’t speak
How I feel
But I can write it
How I feel
Writing to let go
Of the darkness
That’s inside me

So these are my goals
My goals for the new year
Will I accomplish them all?
I don’t know but I will try to
These goals may be small
Compared to another’s
But I don’t care
Because these are mine
My goals
To reach
To make
To achieve
In this new year

It’s 2024.
The welcoming celebrations have ceased.
On my first day back to work,
A coworker asked,
“What do you want for yourself this year?”

I said, “It isn’t a matter of what I want,
It’s what I need…
There’s nothing
I need more than to
free my mind of thoughts
on what I can’t do.”

She pondered…
Then questioned,
“How will you get to that place?”

“I must embrace fear,
let life run its course,
face challenges head-on, and
gracefully excuse myself
from my zone of comfort.

With that, I need to
express gratitude,
take better care of my body, and
value my mental.

Last, I’ll build on my knowledge,
smile more often,
act with love, and
work to master the art of patience,”
I declared with great excitement.

“I see you have it all figured out,”
she replied.
“No, I just know what I need,”
I assured her, casually.

On January 1st of 2024, I found myself making a vision board for the year.
I had done the same last year and looking back and seeing all that I had accomplished and followed through with gave me closure to the depressive episode I experienced in all 12 months of 2022. I had learned to ask for help, I learned to speak up, and place fresh soil under my feet to ascend me from the hole I had dug for myself. The hole a part of me planned to die in turned into a place for me to plant my feet and give myself flowers.
My flowers have blossomed for this new year… and vision board… my goals are going to help me water them.
For the first time in 10 years, I felt connected to a Bible verse. God and I’s letters have gotten mixed up in the mail and I eventually stopped writing him. I hated what he had put me through and the way he watched me suffer for years, but I realized… in moments when I sat on the floor of my bathroom, unable to breath, sleeves salty from crying into them, I spoke to him. I wanted someone to listen and he did, and now I know it’s time to break my “no- contact”. The night of January 8th I wrote to him for the first time. I apologized for my absence, explaining why I had been away for so long, and I felt… forgiven. In a moment where I expected ridicule and mercilessness, I was forgiven before my ink dried. I want to forgive myself in this way, learn to forgive others the same. I want to heal this year. This is the focus of my vision board. I want to express the kind of love I used to when I was growing up, the unknowing, the unconditional, the innocent. My goal is closing chapters from my childhood that felt unfinished. Stories I cannot rewrite for an outcome that better suits who I am today, but instead MAKE me who I am.
So, in 2024 I ask God to grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

imagine that you are a plant,
tree, shrub, flower,
whatever plant you desire to be,
you are that plant.

your feet are roots,
grounded deep within the earth,
you become one with nature,
peacefully and gracefully growing.

the sun rises casting a warm glow upon you,
wind gently blows through your petals or leaves,
bees and butterflies settle onto you,
such small majestic beings.

you stay grounded,
in awe of the beauty found within nature,
in awe of how the sunshine, grassy plains, mountains, and bodies of water,
are the most magical of all.

you are present in the moment,
accepting that, you are in fact- a force of nature,
filled with beauty and uniqueness,
character found in each thorn, leaf, petal, or branch.

storms come through from time to time,
however; your roots are planted deeply into earth’s crust,
thunder and lightning strike and rumble,
just as the sun shall rise once more.

i ask of you, to imagine yourself as a plant,
to stay grounded, present, and most of all,
embrace the fact that – you are a force of nature,
even on the darkest, coldest, nights.

i, myself, will do the same.

i will grow in the sunshine,
keep grounded during storms,
be present in the moment,
as each day passes on.