The subtle whispers of a wounded soul,
A tale of resilience, of trials untold.
The echoes of a heart, once full and bright,
Now battered and bruised, yet still holding on to light.
For in the depths of darkness, where shadows play,
God's refining fire whispers, "Come what may."
He will test your mettle, your will, your might,
To mold you into steel, tempered in the night.
The same person, once precious, now a source of pain,
A reminder of the growth that must be gained.
For it is in the hurt, the tears, the bitter cry,
That we discover strength, and rise to touch the sky.
So do not settle for less, dear heart of mine,
For within the ashes, a phoenix will entwine.
With every broken piece, a new story unfolds,
Of healing, of growth, of a soul that's made of gold.
And though the heart may break, it will not break you,
For it is in the darkness that we find our way anew.
So hold on to hope, and let the tears dry,
For in the silence, a voice will whisper, "You will rise."
© Pinku