Light Through the Fog

In shadows deep, where silence stays,

And time moves slow through heavy haze,

I’ve wandered lost with weary eyes,

Beneath a storm-choked, sunless sky.

But even when the night won’t end,

A flicker waits around the bend—

A whisper warm, a steady beat,

A pulse that tells me not to retreat.

The weight is real, it presses hard,

It cuts like glass, it leaves me scarred.

Yet every scar I proudly wear

Reminds me I’m still standing there.

Some days, the climb feels far too steep,

The voice too loud, the hole too deep.

But hope’s a root that clings below,

And in the dark, it learns to grow.

I breathe, I move, I rise again—

A quiet war beneath my skin.

Not every battle ends in cheer,

But forward is the path from here.

So when the world feels cold and gray,

I search the cracks for signs of day.

A laugh, a breeze, a song, a smile—

The things that make this fight worthwhile.

I will not yield, I won’t give in,

This story’s mine, I choose to win.

Through every tear and broken part,

I carry fire within my heart.

And though the road is rough and long,

I’ll march ahead—I still belong.

Because the dark can’t drown the light,

And I was born to stand and fight.