Dance of Shadows and Storms

Without a shadow's kiss How blooms a hidden rose? Without a storm's embrace How does an oak repose? In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll the mystery it bestows. Yet in its gently budding leaves tales of resilience compose. How should I yearn to climb I lack the precipice's call? Cragged visions of distant peaks and fallow mind a darkened silent beckon enthrall. Oh, to forge within, Oh, why, doubt cloaks my inner child. In solitude's chains I hear the introspective thrall. Yet, tremors are in my soul and yet a lonely seed begins to climb A combination of growth harmonizing with each chime. Nourished by tears that sow the fertile sands of time. My garden of emotions still hints at a poet’s paradisiacal paradigm. Suddenly, a sunlit coast where dreams unfurl in storms A canvas painted by aspirations that gently adorn. With hopeful brushstrokes life-captivating stories that plume. A gallery of memories a child’s kaleidoscope. Once upon a solitary, darkened locked room. Perhaps a gardener’s gentle hand can stir the fallow ground Fertilizing roots to depths where true potential once lost - begged to be found. A dawn’s soft breath a gentle lure perhaps to coax my dormant leaves unbound Awakening possibilities in the quiet yet, now fertile ground. In stillness my thoughts emerge unseen, a quiet vow, An introspective voyage on the sea of here and now. My diamonds form from tears not battles' echoing crown I am a jewel of resilience forged in the soul's darkest hour.