The Labyrinth of Thyself

Dhiman Shah

Lo, I did chase the distant gleaming light,
A beacon hung beyond the mortal sight.
Each step I took, the earth beneath did quake,
Yet hurdles rose, as if the world would break.

The storm did lash, the winds did roar in vain,
And oft I stumbled, drenched in doubt and pain.

"O heart," I cried, "why dost thou falter so?
Is this the path where all thy dreams must go?"

The night grew thick, and shadows cloaked my way,
Hope dimmed its torch, and courage seemed to sway.
Yet in the hollow, where despair did reign,
A whisper stirred amidst the bitter strain:

"Thou art not lost, though fallen thou hast been;
Rise once again, and claim thine own within."

For in the trials, the soul is honed to fire,
And in the ashes, one rebuilds desire.

"Though goals elude, though dreams may break in twain,
The self remains, to rise, to strive, again."

So tread I forth, with weary hands and heart,
Though storms may thrash, yet I shall play my part.
For not in triumph alone, but in the fight,
Doth one reclaim the essence of their light.

Yet lo, the path is jagged, cruel, and steep,
Where promises like phantom shadows creep.
Each triumph snatched, each victory undone,
The sun may rise, yet hide its warming sun.

"O soul," I whispered, "why dost thou endure?
Is every battle naught but pain obscure?"

And still the echo answered, deep and grim:

"Rise, though the world hath swallowed hope of him.
For he who falls, yet lifts his broken frame,
Shall kindle in the night a secret flame."

The tempest rages, yet within my chest
A spark remains, defying storm and jest.
Though dreams lie shattered, strewn like wintered leaves,
The self persists; the heart its own reprieves.

"So strike, O heart, upon the ironed night,
Though shadows bite, and stars withhold their light.
For every wound, a strength thou shalt attain,
And in thy ruin, rise to breathe again."

"And if all hope seems lost, all paths confined,
Remember—thou art master of thine mind.
The night may claim thy body, crush thy goal,
Yet naught can steal the courage of thy soul."

  • Author: Dhiman Shah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2025 07:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: “The Labyrinth of Thyself” is a poem about the inner struggle of a person who is lost, wounded, and exhausted by life’s challenges, yet still chooses to rise again. It’s a poem about falling, breaking, suffering—yet rising again, because the human spirit, though wounded, is unkillable. It shows that the real battle is not outside, but within oneself, and the true victory is surviving your own darkness.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    A most encouraging and rallying poem of the strength of the soul. Well written in good rhyme and meter it speaks to all. A fave

    • Dhiman Shah

      Thank you so much! I’m really glad the poem resonated with you — your words mean a lot.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • 2781

        And every knee shal bow; and every tongue confess...

        • Dhiman Shah

          A profound line indeed — your words fall upon my verse like a blessing. Grateful for the light you’ve added. Thank you , truly



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