One fabulous Thinker

  "When the Circles Shift" Some friends come like morning dew, Fresh hope on petals laced in blue. Brief but beautiful, soft and kind, They grace your path, then fall behind. Some arrive as blazing suns, Lighting up your quiet runs, They speak your soul, they match your pace, Yet even fire finds its resting place. Others grow like garden vines, Entwined in years, in sacred lines. They know your fears, your sacred ache, They hold the mess, they do not break. But time—she moves with secret plans, And friendships shift like desert sands. Some fade with silence, not disdain, And leave behind a gentle pain. Then come the ones that stir the storm, A clash of truths, not meant to warm. They press and pull, they rouse your voice, Yet teach you where you lost your choice. We must be brave to name the truth, To grieve the days we played aloof. To own the words we should've said, And bless the wounds that bled unsaid. Let go of the dream of what might be, R...