Studio I-Craft

New Start, New Promise

A new start, a softer dawn,
Not untouched, but wiser now.
The past stands behind me—
Not a weight,
A teacher.

I gather its lessons
Like stones from a long road,
Smoothened by mistakes,
Shaped by time.

What broke did not end me.
What stayed taught me patience.
What left made space
For becoming.

I step forward
With memory in my hands
And promise in my heart—
Not to repeat,
But to grow.

Seasons