Echoes of an Endless Path

I set my feet upon the ground,

Where silence hums, where dreams are found.

The sky was wide, the wind was still,

The earth beneath obeyed my will.

I walked through fields where shadows played,

Where golden dawn met gentle shade.

Each step I took, a voice would rise,

Soft whispers born of ancient skies.

“Do not give up,” the echoes said,

“Though roads are rough and hope feels dead.

The fire within is yours to keep,

A secret flame that does not sleep.”

I carried burdens, heavy, vast,

The weight of sorrows, of the past.

Yet on the path, I found a song,

A rhythm urging me along.

The river bent with silver grace,

Reflecting stars upon its face.

It murmured truths I longed to hear,

That courage grows when hearts know fear.

I saw the faces left behind,

Etched in memory, carved in mind.

They smiled and faded, yet remained,

A part of me, through joy and pain.

The mountains rose, both stern and tall,

Their silence seemed to judge us all.

But in their stillness, I could see,

The strength they lent was meant for me.

A lantern flickered far ahead,

Its glow a path, its flame well-fed.

Not lit by hands, not bound by time,

It shone with purpose, pure, divine.

I reached to touch it, but it fled,

And deeper down the valley led.

Yet every time I thought it gone,

Its light returned, still burning strong.

It taught me truths no book could show,

That loss can teach, that grief can grow.

That even ashes hold a spark,

Enough to guide you through the dark.

The path was endless, yet I stayed,

Through weary nights and days delayed.

For with each step, my spirit grew,

And with each breath, the world was new.

I met the storms, I faced the rain,

I bore the weight of doubt and pain.

But still within, a flame would rise,

To burn through clouds and split the skies.

And when the night was black and deep,

And shadows pressed, and stars did weep,

I closed my eyes, and there I knew,

The lantern’s glow was shining too.

It burned not far, it burned not near,

It burned inside, forever clear.

A light no storm could ever break,

A gift no darkness could unmake.

So now I walk, both brave and free,

The path goes on eternally.

Through field and stone, through joy and strife,

The echoes sing — this road is life.

And if you wander, lost, alone,

Where silence chills and hope has flown,

Remember this: within your chest,

A lantern waits, a flame of rest.

It does not fade, it does not die,

It lifts you up, it makes you try.

Through endless paths, through shadow’s breath,

It shines beyond despair, beyond death.

So carry on, and do not fear,

For every step will bring you near.

And when the journey feels too long,

The flame inside will keep you strong.