Celebrate Your “Birth” Day . . .

Ode to all the longing eyes . . .

In the past, with friends and kin so near,
We’d gather ‘round with joyful cheer.
Birthdays marked with laughter’s glow,
Candles lit, the love would show.

I reveled in their days so bright,
In theirs and mine, the shared delight.
Years of joy, of cakes and songs,
In those moments, we belonged.

Yet tonight, a quiet place,
No rushing feet, no eager face.
In this dark room, I sit alone,
No celebration from a familiar tone.

It’s then the truth begins to dawn,
A whisper in the silent yawn.
To celebrate, I need not wait,
For others to illuminate.

The light resides within my soul,
A warmth, a love to make me whole.
I hug myself, embrace this time,
Rejoice alone, and it feels fine.

It all makes sense, the why, the how,
To honor life in the here and now.
To cherish me, my heart’s own beat,
Is the sweetest joy I’ll ever meet.

So here I am, in this quiet room,
No longer wrapped in silent gloom.
For I’ve discovered, on this day,
The love I need, I can convey.

To celebrate, I start with me,
A birthday’s grace, so wild and free.
In solitude, I’ve found my song,
In my own arms, where I belong.