Amidst the crucible of struggle,
a distinct shadow loom!
And the adversity whispers
in the hidden gloom.
A tempest arouse;
that is relentless and wild,
Yet its fury gives a chance
Of utmost beguiled!
On the anvil of despair,
we bend our dreams,
once was solid, and now;
it's fragile and ever thin!
The hammer strikes again—
with rejection, loss and defeat!
But sparks ignite,
forging thy strength complete.
It was painted on the canvas
of a never seen horizon!
Where opportunity dances,
and veiled in disguise.
The closed door whispers
the secrets of the open!
And failure's ink births
the tales are still unspoken.
If you listen closely;
you will find the symphony
of a potential second chance;
Notes of redemption
and of crescendoing advances!
As melodies of growth;
by which hardship evolves.
The phoenix soars,
and reborn in the swirl.
Its mythical feathers,
etched with scars of battles won!
Brings a subtle testament;
to resilience—life's rising sun.
Upon the harvest fields
of setbacks sown; I see the
silver linings sprout.
It may seem like a great loss,
On a fertile ground!
But it bears the fruit of wisdom,
where courage is unbound!
Remember, the mighty traveller,
whenever life's storms assail;
Forge your mettle,
and seize the hidden trail.
You already know the truth,
that inside each challenge
lies a sacred key;
To turn every adversity into opportunity!
With💙
©chrysantyemum