I’ve stood on the edge of despair,
Where the wind cuts sharp like it doesn’t care.
The sky, heavy with shades of gray,
Unleashes its wrath, sweeping light away.
Life’s trials come like storms, fierce and loud,
But somehow, I’m still standing proud.
The gusts took my doubts, flung them around,
Like leaves torn up and scattered on the ground.
But just like storms that rage and die,
I rise, even as the rain keeps falling from the sky.
I’ve felt the storm’s unforgiving might,
Pushing me down, making day into night.
But deep inside, a flame still glows,
In every battle, I learn, I grow.
For after each long, stormy fight,
The dawn returns, bringing new light.
And though the winds may howl and scream,
I stand firm, chasing the dream.
Amid my trials, I felt the world close in,
Its weight, its pressure, like sinking skin.
Some days, I thought I’d be swept away,
Into the darkest clouds where light won’t stay.
Drowning in fear’s suffocating sea,
I was broken, hopeless, barely me.
There were nights, eyes tightly shut,
Wishing they’d never open back up.
But deep inside, a voice still rose,
Refusing to yield to life’s heavy blows.
The spirit within wouldn’t let me fall,
Even as the storm tried to take it all.
I stood, though shaken to the bone,
Finding strength I didn’t know I’d grown.
In the middle of chaos, I found my way,
And through the storm, I learned to stay.
You’ve felt it too, that tempest’s rage,
Caught up in life’s stormy stage.
Winds of sorrow, tearing through,
Spinning, twisting, clouding your view.
But storms don’t last, they fade away,
Thunder quiets, skies turn gray.
Every trial, faced with strength, you’ll find,
Leaves nothing permanent behind.
You are the oak, you will not break,
Even when the heavens fall.
The rain may pour, the winds may bite,
But inside, you keep your light.
In every storm, a truth unfolds,
They come, they go, but don’t take hold.
Stand tall, and soon you will see,
The skies will clear, and you’ll be free.
Even when the world feels small,
And darkness seems to cover all,
You have a light that won’t go dim,
A force rising strong from within.
Oh! Together, we have braved the storm,
Through winds so cold, through rain so warm.
In every trial, strength we gain,
Through each tempest, hope remains.
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