FERT

 Each dawn, I rise, driven by the fire within, Taught that idle hands reap only barren wind. I strive for excellence, my heart's relentless quest, Yet, like a pin dropped in the ocean's vast unrest. Results fade, like ripples on the waves above, "Not my day," I whisper, solace in self-love. My stomach growls, hunger's persistent call, My heart echoes, yearning for success's thrall. But today, a glimmer, rays of light ascend, My toil, soon crowned with triumph's sweet end. I'm alive! We rise, we fall, yet still we stand, Now, I ascend, my spirit, unbroken hand. For every drought, a harvest awaits, Every night, a dawn that breaks. There are decades where nothing happens, And there are weeks where decades happen. © FERT, 2024

"May the weights of yesterday's wounds slowly lift, As healing's gentle touch begins to shift, Childhood scars, toxic shadows cast, Generational pain, forever past. May inner peace, like sunrise, rise, And calm the storms that troubled minds, With each new dawn, may heart and soul, Find strength to heal, and make whole. Happy World Mental Health Day, May our journeys toward healing find their way." FERT, 2024