The wind still howls, but now I face its roar,

Unbroken by the weight of endless nights.

The road is long, its edges rough with doubt,

Yet every step declares my will to rise.

The shadows mock, they stretch and pull me back,

Yet in their midst, I find a flicker—small,

But certain as the dawn that follows dark,

A spark that whispers, “You are still alive.”

The city hums with stories, soft and fierce,

Each voice a thread that binds the world to mine.

I hear the cries of those who fell before,

Their courage ringing out through time and space.

I will not falter; I have seen the fire

That blazes deep within the broken heart.

It burns away despair, leaves ash and gold,

A promise that tomorrow still will come.

For even here, within the tempest’s hold,

The stars break through the veil of endless gray.

Their light, a song, reminds me who I am—

A soul unbound, a force that cannot fade.

Let storms rage on, let waves crash o’er my path,

I’ll stand, my roots sunk deep into the earth.

The love I’ve lost, the battles left behind,

Are steps that led me to this steady place.

So I will walk this road, though long it winds,

With open hands to catch what life may give.

The pain, the joy—they’re mine, they make me whole,

A patchwork quilt of light that never fades.

The struggle has made me stronger.