Climb the peak where shadows fall,
Through storm and stone, you’ll conquer all.
Each scar a map, each gasp a song—
The path to victory proves you’re strong.
Chains of doubt? They break, they bend.
Rise from ash, rewrite the end.
No mountain stands too steep to face—
Your courage carves its own embrace.
So let the fire inside you roar,
For every challenge fuels you more.
The summit’s not the prize you keep—
It’s how you soared while others sleep.
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The Sky as Witness
The sky has always been there, long before you learned to rise, long before you understood the difference between endurance and existence. It watched you without interruption, without judgment, without asking you to be smaller or softer or easier to hold. It witnessed every version of you—every collapse, every recalibration, every quiet act of survival you performed when no one else was looking. The sky is the only witness that never demanded a performance.
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This poem's got some great imagery. It makes me think about all the tough challenges I've faced in my work. Just like climbing a mountain, there are always obstacles. But like it says, doubt can be overcome. I wonder how you'd apply this kind of mindset in different areas of life, not just physical challenges? It also makes me reflect on how every setback can be a step forward if we look at it right. I've had times when things seemed hopeless, but then found a new way. How do you think we can keep that fire burning when the going gets really tough?