Beneath the weight of days, he walks alone,
A tapestry of struggles, worn and frayed,
Each thread a story of the seeds he’s sown,
In fields of hardship, where his heart has played.
The world spins on, a carousel of cheer,
While he, a silent witness to the plight,
Feels time slip by like whispers in his ear,
A constant ache beneath the stars at night.
He wears his sorrow like a cloak of gray,
A shroud of moments that he can't reclaim,
Yet in the quiet, echoes find their way,
To weave a pattern from the threads of shame.
For every tear that falls, a lesson learned,
A spark of courage born from darkest days,
Through every twist and turn, his spirit burned,
Resilience rising in the fierce blaze.
He seeks the beauty hidden in the pain,
The strength that flows from trials he has faced,
And as the sun breaks through the clouds of rain,
He learns to walk with hope, a life embraced.
Though life may fray the edges of his soul,
He finds a way to mend, to feel whole.

Comments
Post a Comment