Step 11 Poem

Step 11: the path turns soft again,  

No dragons left, no storms to pen.  

Just morning light on shifting stone,  

A feeling that you’re not alone.  

Step 11: the world you knew before  

Now greets you through a different door.  

The same old streets, the same old breeze—  

Yet somehow laced with deeper ease.  

Step 11: you speak and stars respond,  

Your voice now woven with the dawn.  

You carry more than you let show—  

A soul transformed in gentle glow.