Older

Older,
each day
a little more bolder

Lurking in the dark
are those instincts
that missed the mark

Yet a radiant shine
in a brilliant stride
time asks to redefine

Gone beneath the mud
are those debates
that used to rage the blood

Struck by a loud thunder
a drowsy soul
awakened to life’s greatest wonder

Chance lingers at a weaklings threshold
but embracing the change
Belongs to the Choice of the Bold

With each day a bit older
won’t ever miss the mark
when The Source is closer

@celina🕊️