In the dawn of morning light, I rise,
With dreams aflame, ambitions high,
A world of colors, vivid, bright,
I soar on wings, embrace the sky.

But shadows lurk as day turns night,
A storm within, unspoken fright,
The plunge into a silent void,
Where joy and hope are oft destroyed.

Between the peaks and valleys deep,
A soul that wanders, lost in sleep,
Seeking peace in turmoil’s wake,
In every breath, a heart that aches.

Yet in this dance of dark and light,
Resilience grows, a fierce fight,
For even in the darkest hours,
The strength to rise, like blooming flowers.