New beginning new hope

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New Beginning, New Hope

By Me, For Me

I used to wonder if life was playing a trick on me
So many dreams in my head, but reality always lagged behind.
I’d see people running fast with their plans,
While I was stuck in the mud,
Trying to move forward with shoes too heavy to lift.
Some days, it felt like I was walking backwards,
Held down by mistakes I couldn’t fix
And regrets I couldn’t voice.

But somehow, I’m still here.
Not as broken as I feared,
Not as lost as I thought.
And for the first time in a long while,
I’m allowing myself to breathe again.
Not everything makes sense,
But not everything has to
At least not right now.

Because this moment,
This fresh breath of air in my lungs,
This quiet courage building in my chest,
This tiny spark that refuses to die
It is enough.
Enough to mark a new beginning.
Enough to light up new hope.

I’ve wasted too many hours trying to change the past,
Replaying conversations,
Wishing I spoke up sooner or kept quiet instead.
I’ve carried guilt like a second skin,
And shame like a song I couldn’t stop singing.
But I’m done with that tune.
I’m ready for a new rhythm.
One that sounds like grace.
One that moves like growth.
One that says,
“I forgive myself and I’m starting again.”

I don’t have it all figured out,
But who says I need to?
Who says I can’t build slowly,
Take two steps today, and just rest tomorrow?
This isn’t a race.
This is my journey,
And I’m learning to walk at my own pace.

The old me thought starting over meant failure.
But now I see it differently.
Now I see strength in rising again.
Even after being laughed at.
Even after being underestimated.
Even when nobody claps for me.
I clap for myself.
I cheer for this new version of me
That refuses to settle for less
Or let fear speak louder than faith.

This new beginning isn’t loud.
It didn’t come with fireworks.
But it came with peace
And that’s louder than anything I’ve heard in a while.

Hope is not something I found overnight.
It came like morning light
Gentle, quiet, sure.
It reminded me that even though storms hit hard,
They don’t last forever.
That I can bend without breaking,
Cry without drowning,
Pause without quitting.

So here I am,
Not waiting for someone to rescue me,
But becoming my own rescue.
Not hoping for a perfect day,
But choosing to make the most of today.

This is my reset.
Not forced, not faked
But real.
This is my “I’m trying again” moment.
My “watch me grow” chapter.
My “I’m not who I was” confession.
And my “I still believe” declaration.

New beginning.
New hope.
Same me,
But stronger.
Wiser.
And ready.

Why I wrote the poem
wrote this poem as a personal reflection of where I’ve been and where I’m headed. Life hasn’t always gone the way I planned, and at times, it felt like I was stuck in a cycle of setbacks. But through it all, I’ve learned that every day is a fresh chance to begin again. This poem is my way of embracing growth, letting go of the past, and holding on to hope. It’s not just words it’s my truth, my healing, and my reminder that even quiet progress is still progress. New beginnings may be scary, but they’re also beautiful.

Inviting @imohmitch @samuelbrilliant @pandora