Unbroken
The road was long, the path was tough,
The world was harsh, the going rough.
But with each step, though slow and small,
I found the strength to stand up tall.
The winds may roar, the rain may fall,
But I still rise above it all.
Each scar I bear, each tear I've shed,
Has shaped the courage in my head.
I may have faltered, stumbled, lost,
But I’ve learned what it takes to cross.
For deep within, a fire burns —
A light that never fails, it turns.
And though the world may test my might,
I know I’ll keep on through the fight.
For I am strong, and I will stay,
Unbroken, come what may.
Copyright © Aurorah Cawte | Year Posted 2025
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