In quiet hours where dusk draws near,
When fading light makes vision clear,
It’s time, dear heart, to look ahead,
Toward paths untold where hope is spread.
Release the weight of days gone by,
Let lifted wings replace the sigh,
Allow your thoughts to wander free,
Where possibility longs to be.
Collect your thoughts like sparks of light,
Guiding you through distant night,
Each choice you shape, each step you take,
Is clay for fate your hands will make.
Each fleeting breath, a moment new,
A chance to grow, become, pursue,
So pause, reflect, with fervent care,
For forward thought is power rare.
Within your mind’s uncharted space,
Resides the truth you’ll one day face,
Unseal the gates to what’s untold,
And look forward to a life bright, and bold.
MARYANN BOSAH 