The Shape of Life

Life is not a straight-lined road, Nor a story neatly told, It bends through joy and sudden tears, Through quiet days and restless years. It blooms in moments small and bright, A laugh, a dream, a spark of light, Yet hides within its fragile art The silent breaking of a heart. We chase the sun, we fear the rain, We learn through loss, we grow through pain, And somewhere in the in-between We find out what it means to be seen. Life whispers softly, “Take your time, You’re not behind, you’re not out of line,” For every step, both slow and fast, Is shaping you into something vast. So hold it close, both sweet and wild, The tears, the strength, the inner child, For life is not just what we survive— It’s every reason we feel alive.