The Storms of Life
Life unfolds like a winding road,
with hills that rise unexpectedly,
where shadows stretch long across the path,
and storms gather, heavy with unspoken words.
We stumble through moments—
the weight of doubt, persistent as rain,
each drop a question that lingers,
Are we enough? Will we find our way?
Dreams sometimes slip through fingers,
like sand in an hourglass,
the ticking reminding us,
time is both friend and foe.
Yet amidst the chaos,
there's beauty in the struggle,
resilience grows like wildflowers
in cracked pavement—
colorful defiance against the gray.
With each challenge, we learn to rise,
to weave our scars into stories,
to find strength in vulnerability,
and hope in the spaces between.
Life is a canvas of trials
painted with brushstrokes of courage,
each challenge a stepping stone,
leading us closer to who we are meant to be.
Copyright © Sherry Harvey Brown | Year Posted 2025
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