🌱 The First Post
A blank page waits, a silent stage,
A whisper poised to turn the page.
A whisper poised to turn the page.
The cursor blinks—heartbeat, drum,
Announcing softly: “Here I come.”
No audience yet, no eyes to see,
Just raw beginnings, wild and free.
A seed is planted, roots take hold,
A story yearning to be told.
The words spill out, unsure, unplanned,
Like footprints pressed in virgin sand.
A fragile start, yet fierce, alive,
The primal spark that says, “I’ll thrive.”
For every blog, each voice, each song,
Begins with daring to belong.
The first post hums, a sacred sign—
This space is mine. This voice is mine.
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