The Echo of Resilience

The rain that fell, a biting chill,

Carved rivers deep against my will.

Each drop a weight, each gust a shove,

Yet in the dark, I found my love.

Love not in whispers, soft and sweet,

But in the dirt beneath my feet.

In calloused hands and weary eyes,

In battles fought and dreams that rise.

The world had pressed with iron hands,

And stole my light in shifting sands.

Yet deep within, a spark remained,

A whisper soft, though still constrained.

Oh how the echoes pulled me back,

To whispered doubts, to fears so black.

Yet each refrain became a song,

A hymn to prove I still belong.

I walked through fire, walked through stone,

I faced the dark, but not alone.

For every tear, a lesson grew,

For every fall, my spirit knew.

The stars still shone in endless skies,

They called my name, they saw me rise.

And though the night had stayed too long,

The dawn would break, so fierce, so strong.

Resilience is no fleeting spark,

No hollow phrase, no fleeting mark.

It is the thread through time and pain,

A seed that grows through flood and rain.

I built my walls with whispered scars,

With shattered bones, with fallen stars.

Yet here I stand, unbowed, unchained,

Through every loss, my strength remained.

So let the echoes call my name,

Let storms still try to test my frame.

For I am forged in fire and flight,

And I will rise to meet the light.