The rising within.
Life at times feels like a storm,
Doesn't it?
A whirlwind of thoughts,
Swirling doubts,
Where the sun hides behind heavy clouds,
And the weight of the world finds home in your chest.
But you are not meant to stay in the shadows,
You don't belong there.
You are the sky,
Even when storms rage you are vast,
Boundless and resilient.
The clouds are temporary,
They cannot hold you,
Contain you,
Or dim the light that you carry inside.
Because within you,
A quiet fire burns,
A flame that no wind can extinguish,
No darkness can swallow.
It's the part of you that chooses to rise,
Even when you feel the weight of gravity.
The part of you that whispers in the silence,
I will not be undone.
It's okay to bend,
To fall to your knees,
For the soil that you touch when you do,
Is where the seeds grow,
And every time you rise you grow too,
Stronger,
More resilient and more radiant than before.
Your struggles,
Though heavy,
Are not chains,
They're stepping stones,
They're the very paths that will lead you to places you never thought you'd go.
Each challenge is a lesson,
And each setback is a teacher.
And you,
My friend,
Are the eternal student,
Learning,
Adapting,
And overcoming.
Do not fear the darkness within,
Because it's not your enemy,
It's the canvas where your light can paint the brightest masterpiece,
It's the space where you heal,
Where you gather your strength and rise once more.
And though there are days when your heart feels heavy,
Remember you've made it through every one of your worst days,
You're still here,
You're still breathing,
You are stronger than the echoes of your doubts.
And know this,
You are not alone in your journey,
Though the path may seem long,
Uncertain and daunting,
There are many others walking right beside you,
Silent warriors in their own battles lifting you up with their unseen hands,
Just as you will lift them with yours.
Your story does not end in defeat,
Your story is one of triumph,
A testament to your strength your courage and your will to continue.
So when you feel the weight of the world,
Remember,
You are the sun rising after every storm,
You are the flame that refuses to be extinguished,
You are the mountain standing tall amidst the winds of change.
This is not the end,
This is a beginning,
A new chapter written by your resilience,
Your hope and your quiet unshakeable strength.
You are alive,
You are enough,
And you,
My friend,
Will rise again.