In the darkest tunnels we crawl, seeking light
Among shadows whispering secrets of sorrow
Each tear shed becomes a gem of wisdom
The weight of grief, a crucible for the soul
Through jagged paths, we carve our resilience
Pain’s cruel hand sculpts the steel within
Fears disband under the watchful moon
In night's silence, we find our true voice
Strength blooms from the soil of our despair
As dawn breaks, we stand, forged anew
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gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Mom is still fighting, but her breathing has become very shallow. This poem is an attempt to realize that hardships are part of life, and we should grow because of them. Very Difficult ðŸ˜.
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