Soneto de la mujer que debo volver a ser

Renacer siempre, aunque la vida hiera,
soy un ser en resiliencia, que brota tras la herida,
levanto mi alma, sigo el camino de mi plena vida,
mi fe en la luz se mantiene, jamás se desespera.

El camino se vuelve libre, soy fiel a lo que quiera,
con mi voz auténtica y con la verdad vestida;
la gratitud me enseña que una herida,
también es un don, aunque la noche muera.

La esperanza en mi pecho me sostiene,
me da alas firmes frente a ésta tormenta,
es llama pura que nunca se detiene,
es un aire que me impulsa y siempre me alienta.

Y en creatividad mi fuerza aumenta:
pinto mi mundo con colores que invente,
a este humilde corazón que se levanta,
latiendo a millón con mi espíritu resiliente.

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Hello, my beautiful people from my beloved Hive community🥰🥰🥰

Today, my beautiful people, despite still feeling down, I tried to be more cheerful than usual to finish composing this piece that I started two days ago. For one reason or another, I couldn't finish it, but now I have. It's fresh out of the oven, folks, just like in the old days...

Sonnet of the woman I must become again

Always reborn, even when life hurts,
I am a resilient being, sprouting after the wound,
I lift my soul, I follow the path of my full life,
my faith in the light remains, never despairing.

The path becomes free, I am faithful to what I want,
with my authentic voice and dressed in truth;
gratitude teaches me that a wound
is also a gift, even if the night dies.

Hope in my chest sustains me,
gives me steady wings in the face of this storm,
it is a pure flame that never stops,
it is air that propels me and always encourages me.

And in creativity my strength increases:
I paint my world with colors I invent,
to this humble heart that rises,
beating a million times with my resilient spirit.