The Symbol of My Dream

The Symbol of My Dream

  

Within this mark, my spirit rests,
A sign of strength upon my chest.
Not merely lines or shielded art,
But the echo of my beating heart.

It whispers soft—“You are not alone,”
In storm or silence, I am your own.
Through paths unknown and skies unsure,
This dream, this symbol, keeps me pure.

A lotus guards with petals wide,
A sacred space where fears subside.
In every curve, a promise flows—
That I am held when no one knows.

It tells of hope, of journeys steep,
Of vows the waking soul will keep.
A quiet fire that lights the way,
That says, “You’re safe. You’ll find your day.”

So when the world turns cold and dim,
I turn my gaze and trust in Him.
This symbol, bold, both shield and key—
It is my strength. It sets me free.