Tuesday finds its stride,
neither new nor fully worn,
calm between two tides,
tasks unfold with steadier hands,
coffee hums a deeper note.

Laughter still subdued,
yet ambition starts to rise,
plans begin to bloom,
feet grow sure along the path,
time softens into rhythm.

Thoughts sharpen gently,
clearer now than Monday haze,
dreams remain intact,
Tuesday holds the quiet flame,
one step closer to the light.