On the Brink
On the Brink
In shadows deep, where sorrow’s whispers dwell,
A lone soul stood, 'neath night’s somber embrace.
The world, a blur, in twilight’s mournful spell,
Naught mattered then, save will to find his place.
On precipice of losing all held dear,
He found a strength that quelled his deepest fear.
In silence, heard his heart’s quiet plea clear,
To endure, advance, and persevere.
Through tempest wild, he trod with weary gait,
Each step a testament to resolve bright.
He learned to cherish moments, small and great,
To hold dear the things that brought him light.
From brink, he rose with heart and soul anew,
Cherishing each day, with clearer view.
Copyright © John Troon | Year Posted 2024
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