One Day
In shadows cast by yesterday’s refrain,
Where tears like rivers feed the roots of pain,
I walk a path where sunlight seems to hide,
With echoes of a laughter long defied.
The whispers of tomorrow beckon near,
Yet tremors in my heart drown out the cheer.
Each step I take, a weight against my soul,
An endless ache where dreams were meant to stroll.
But hark! There’s flicker in the pallid mist—
A ghostly hand that begs to be dismissed.
It tells of skies where sorrow meets the sun,
Where battles lost transform into a run.
One day will come when shadows fold their wings,
And silence breaks with joy that kindness brings;
The flowers must push through the velvet dark,
Resilient blooms that fire the hopeful spark.
Though moments stretch like shadows on a loom,
And sorrow paints my soul its deepest gloom,
There lies within this dire and unforgiving night,
A chord of courage straining toward the light.
We walk suspended in this fragile dream—
Unraveled thoughts unraveling at the seam;
Yet somewhere deep beneath this heavy shroud,
Hope flutters softly ‘neath a weeping cloud.
The dawn will chase away such haunting fears;
An orchestra of laughter wipes my tears.
One day I\'ll stand beneath an open sky,
And witness joy awaken as I try.
The stories forged in silence will ignite:
In jagged edges hidden from our sight—
For life is but a canvas stretched and drawn,
Even in darkness waits the shape of dawn.
A truth that nudges at the edge of night:
This broken heart still holds its sacred fight;
One day I’ll rise with wings made from my scars,
And dance among the echoes of the stars.
So let me wander through these winding ways,
With every step I take through foggy haze;
For there among the ruins built on pain,
Will bloom a world reborn after the rain.
On bridges built by dreams we dared not cross—
We\'ll find each other woven through our loss;
Hand in hand we\'ll face what time has set:
Together we\'ll declare we won’t forget!
For one day life will shimmer fair and bright—
Transcending realms where sorrow breached its height;
Let’s pen our tales with ink derived from grace—
A fellowship of souls finding their place.
So still within this sorrow\'s somber song,
Close your eyes and know it won’t be long;
One day you’ll see how love can light your way—
Remember this bright truth: It\'s One Day!