Through the storm

When clouds press low and voices fade, When strength feels lost and hope delayed, Remember this: the storm can break, And dawn will rise for courage’s sake. The weight you carry, fierce and real, The wounds you guard but dare not heal, They’re scars that tell of battles won, Of shadows faced, not merely run. Each tear, each fall, each quiet cry, Speaks strength that storms cannot deny. For though the night may press you thin, It’s there the light begins within. So hold on tight, though fierce winds blow, For after night, the sun will show. And when you find that morning’s grace, You’ll see you fought to find this place.