First Light”

First Light” Love doesn’t arrive shouting. It slips in quietly— like morning light finding its way through half-closed blinds, resting softly on everything it touches. With you, it feels new in the way spring feels new— not because the world has never bloomed before, but because this bloom has your name written in it. I love the beginning of us: the almosts, the maybe-this-is-something, the way my heart leans forward when your phone lights up my screen. There’s a sweetness in not knowing everything yet— in asking questions just to hear you answer, in discovering how your hand fits into mine like it’s been waiting there. We are not a finished story. We are a spark catching air, a melody just learning its chorus, two people brave enough to say, “Let’s see where this goes.” And somehow, that feels like love already. In the shadows where I linger, mind's a flicker, thoughts are quicker, Chasing dreams like a sprinter, heart's the drum, soul's the ticker. First light breaks, illuminating paths I've paved in grit, Every step a testament, I rise, refuse to quit. Battles fought in silence, demons whisper, but I fight back, My pen's a sword, I draw the line, no time for slack. Rising from the ashes, phoenix with a vengeance, Words ignite the night, my truth’s a fierce extension. Crumbling walls, hear the echoes of my pain, Building bridges with my verses, pouring thoughts like rain. Each bar's a spark, igniting minds in darkened times, Crafting vivid pictures, painting life with every rhyme. Navigating through the chaos, wisdom in the struggle, First light dawns, I’m breaking free from every muzzle. Harnessing the power, my voice a roaring tide, In this lyrical arena, I’m the one who won’t subside. Christopher messer February 22 2026