Beneath the weight of shadowed skies, I stand,
Seeking the dawn in the quiet of nightâs hand.
The whispers of tomorrow, soft and clear,
Echo through the corridors of my fear.
In the garden where broken dreams reside,
A seed of hope begins to rise with pride.
Each petal unfurls in the morning light,
Turning sorrow into a flight so bright.
The scars of yesterday begin to fade,
As the balm of hope is gently laid.
With every step, a new strength found,
Healing in the embrace of hope unbound.
The road ahead, though winding and steep,
Is lit with the promise I choose to keep.
For within my heart, a flame does grow,
Illuminating paths where dreams can flow.