When shadows cloud the path you seek to tread,
And weary sighs escape your tired soul,
When doubt and fear weigh heavy in your head,
Remember: storms give way to skies made whole.
Each stumble marks the journey, not the end;
Each fall a step toward strength you’ve yet to see.
The mountain’s height will humble and defend,
But steady feet will climb it, wild and free.
Though pain and struggle feel they hold the day,
And every effort seems a wasted plea,
Within you burns a light that finds its way—
A flame that time nor trial can decree.
So rise, for in each crack of stone you climb,
Is found the bloom of hope, untouched by time.

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