The Empty Room: An Expanded Poem on New Beginnings and Transition

Sunlight through an empty hall and a quiet strength inside my chest. 🌿🌊 Step into this expanded reflection on the blog today!

The Empty Room 

 I count the walls that held my quiet grace,

The shelter where I bloomed and learned my name.

There is no lingering regret inside this space,

Just gratitude for how far I have came.

Two boxes left to tape upon the floor,

A life neatly folded, patient and still,

Waiting to step beyond this open door,

To trace the horizon past the green hill.

I leave a blessing on the timber frame,

And hand the key back to the silent land—

For every room I enter, non-the-same,

I carry my own rhythm in my hand.

Now sunlight whispers through the emptied hall,

Unmasking corners where my prayers were born.

I do not mourn the shadows on the wall;

I welcome in the breath of early morn.

The sea is calling from a distant crest,

Where greener leaves will cradle what comes next.

I pack the quiet strength inside my chest

And step out light, unburdened and unvexed.