Through the Dark, We Rise

When shadows stretch across the sky,

And every breath becomes a sigh,

When all the stars refuse to gleam,

And life feels like a distant dream—

Still hold the flame, though small and bare,

It flickers yet, it’s always there.

A stubborn spark the dark can't quell,

A whispered hope that dares to dwell.

The winds may howl, the rain may bite,

But even in the blackest night,

The soul remembers how to stand—

With trembling heart and open hand.

For every tear the storm may claim,

It carves a strength we cannot name.

From broken ground, the roots grow deep,

Through sleepless hours and silent weep.

And when the dawn at last appears,

It shines upon the vanished fears.

You’ll see the scars, but feel the grace—

A warrior shaped by time and place.

So walk, though heavy hangs your stride,

Let courage be your quiet guide.

For in the dark, we find our voice—

Not by the fall, but by the choice.

To rise again, to face the fight,

To turn our pain into our light.

And as the storm clouds break apart,

We stand—reborn—in fearless heart.