In shadows' grasp, I wandered long,
Through trials fierce, where hope seemed gone,
Yet deep within, a flicker burned,
A yearning spirit, eager to learn.
Through murky nights and stormy days,
The tempest's rage, my soul did raise,
For hardship's touch, though harsh and cold,
Polished my spirit, made me bold.
The weight upon my weary frame,
Seemed insurmountable, a daunting claim,
But with each step, I found the strength,
To rise above, conquer at length.
For in the depths of darkest night,
Stars emerged, pure guiding light,
They whispered tales of resilience,
Of souls reborn, triumphant hence.
Though winds may howl and tear me down,
I'll not surrender, wear no frown,
For deep within, a fire's lit,
Igniting faith, where hope once split.
And as I trudged through troubled lands,
I grasped the lessons in my hands,
Transformed by fire, molded by strife,
I emerged anew, full of vibrant life.
For in those hard-fought battles fought,
Wisdom bloomed, lessons were taught,
Each scar a testament to the fight,
That forged my spirit, shining bright.
So let the past be but a guide,
A reminder of the strength inside,
For through the struggle, growth shall thrive,
And hard times birth the best alive.
I stand here now, with head held high,
A testament to the tears I've dried,
For hard times, though they may sting,
Have shaped me into a better being.
