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 in my soul, 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 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, gentle lure, to coax my dormant leaves unbound, Awakening possibilities in the quiet, yet, now fertile ground. In stillness, 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.