In the heart of the tempest, I stood alone,
Winds whispering doubts, seeds of despair sown.
Yet in the shadows, a flicker of hope ignites,
Guiding my path with its gentle lights.

Mountains loomed with peaks wrapped in mist,
Each step a testament, no dream dismissed.
Through valleys of fear and rivers wide,
A steadfast spirit became my guide.

The echoes of struggle in night’s quiet song,
Taught me that weakness can make us strong.
For every tear that watered the earth,
Grew courage and wisdom, a second birth.

Now in the calm, I see the dawn break,
A horizon painted with dreams awake.
Challenges met with heart and soul,
Have crafted a spirit, resilient and whole.