Whispers of Resilience

The Echo of Tomorrow

The night was long with winding roads,

And I walked silently, lost in thoughts.

Shadows murmured, doubts took flight,

Somewhere far, a glimmer of light.

Not loud; not bold, a tiny hush,

Strong enough, however, to cut my fall.

Grew a vine through cracks in the stone,

And the blue sky through weary eyes shone.

The burden I carried, I laid to rest,

Not so much as being vanquished as an affront.

For storms lose their strength,

And sorrow breaks into light.

An inner voice, weak before, is now strong

And ne'er sings of loss, but of moving on.

Not every step need shake the ground,

But always onward, where hope is found.

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