Describe your ideal week.
Each dawn I rise to secret shores unknown,
Where morning mist is soft upon the stone,
A path that calls, with whispers in the breeze,
To wander wide, where time forgets its seize.
A journey made, not in the distant lands,
But in the spaces found in quiet hands—
I step outside, where every footstep feels
Like breaking free, where nothing stays concealed.
By midday’s grace, a moment carved to give,
A quiet act, for those who fight to live,
For causes dear, I lay my heart to care,
In advocacy’s embrace, both fierce and fair.
But as the stars rise slow and soft to glow,
The focus shifts, to tend my soul’s own flow—
A sacred pause, where silence meets the light,
And healing blooms in peace through endless night.
Each day, I give my heart a breath, a beat,
To wander wide, and then to rest, complete,
For in the balance, all my truths align,
This week of wandering, of care, of time.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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