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Through the Storm
Life’s a road with twists so steep,
Nights so long and hills so deep.
Storms may rage and winds may roar,
Leaving you with doubts you can't ignore.
Dreams may shatter, plans may fall,
Hope feels distant, weak, and small.
Every step may bring you pain,
Yet the sun will shine again.
Tears may flow, but let them be,
They will wash your soul, make you free.
Strength is built through trials tough,
Scars just mean you’ve been through enough.
Rise again when you feel low,
Even seeds must crack to grow.
Hold your ground and face the fight,
Darkest times birth morning light.
So when life feels sharp and cold,
Wear your scars like crowns of gold.
Through the struggle, through the test,
You will rise, and you’ll be blessed.
Copyright ©
Ash S.
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