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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the midst of the storm, when the sky breaks into whispers of thunder, I lose myself in the tumult of thoughts, like in an untamed sea, And my steps are heavy with the mud of fear, while the wind Whispers ancient, forgotten secrets, as if I were a stranger In my own story, seeking meaning among the lightning, But when silence settles like a veil over the world, I don't remember how I passed through the waves of darkness, Nor how I managed to survive, clinging to the thin thread Of hope that stubbornly lights the way, And I wonder, with my soul still trembling, if the storm Is truly over, or just hidden in the shadows of silence, Ready to burst forth again with the same wild force, But I know, oh, I know I will not be the same person Who walked into the whirlwind of wind and water, of fear and courage, For the storm has sculpted me, shaped me in its noisy silence, And I have learned that change is the heart of this trial, A profound transformation, like a sunrise after a starless night, So I rise, with eyes open to the cloud-laden sky, With a heart beating like a drummer calling to life, And I step forward, carrying with me the scars of the storm, Like medallions of a battle won, Knowing that each step forward is a victory of the soul, And that the storm, with all its tumult and unknown, Was just the beginning of a journey to a new self, An eternal dance of shadows and lights, under the infinite sky of becoming.
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